strands of your hair linger
intertwined with my veins
cold, they were before
now warmth is all they feel

and even though your veins are gone
your temperature remains
my body refuses not to
bathe in your remains

yet, it still shivers
by even just the thought of cold
fearing that what once was gold
will all turn into mold

your veins
are all it yearns for
to it, time is so serene
too quiet to ignore

every blemish on your skin
every word once said
everything that happened since
every gesture, every breath
is one strand of hair
carefully sewn within
a body of despair

maps burned in your drawer
you’re lost in the moment
you’re wearing clothes you’d never had worn what for

your name’s just a sound
yet its prominence scares me still
your eyes forget what they used to adore
what for

pixels on a screen
you feel like your actions are justified
you wouldn’t do it in real life
it’s just pixels on a screen

you couldn’t care less about how they bloom
how multicoloured their soul is
you brush it off with a simple Oh please!
it’s just pixels on a screen

well i say break your screen with all the pixels
if you can’t respect them
pray for love, have no fear
with no pixels on your retina

when i saw the wind blow your eyes
i forgot what buildings are for
how rooms could collapse when you speak
oh what a thin metaphor
but god it fit
like smoke fits in a throat it doesn't belong in
like how longing fits best in the mouth of
who'll never ever say it
you should blame it
on fate

i don’t like how you’re constrained
how your brain is limited to manifest inside of a cage
why? because society wants you to?
will you be punished for actions outside of you?
it’s unjustified
the hatred for people who break out
who let their petals be shown naked
who cared about the word along with the world
it hurts not to be constrained
but you are powerful
powerful enough to be twice the ocean
twice the land
twice the water
for your sons and daughters