A wall.
What is it?
A barrier. Something to climb.
A solemn face, standing in solidarity.
A chaos of stone laid in false order.
It is only created to suffer,
to withstand wind and chaos.
A wall.
It is a solemn and lonely thing.

I met you in the depth of your despairs
during open season and the risk of open wounds,
cut, damaged - only one can repair.
The power you held and the pain you endured,
frivolous, approached and seeking something of worth
but one may only know
the long-awaited truth.

Disappointment
Floods over me
As I
Look
Upon
Myself

the hardest days i remember me falling to my knees.
my head would ache from staining my pillow with tears
and mind felt so heavy that i couldn't speak.
i kept my eyes closed,
still feeling the weight of the world on my chest.
with my eyes closed,
all the pain mixed together,
one thing didn't feel more painful than the other.
but that day ended and passed and i can only recall it in my memories.

he said he loved you,
once.
he needed you,
once.
but not anymore.