Just tell them
your poetry
is now for
someone else.

we were all kids once
with small hands and big eyes
so full of love and innocence
and I'd be lying if i tell my younger self
to make sure she keeps her innocence
because this harsh world
will **** the life out of you
which is ironic because this is life
but if I were to say a message to my younger self
it would be to keep your heart full
full of love
full of care
and full of happiness
because this world may be harsh
but do not let it diminish the light in your eyes
or **** the curiosity
and maybe that adventurous streak you always have
they will surely call you foolish thinking that
you can keep all these things,
but look around you
you see dead people roaming around
with no fire in their hearts because they drowned
in this sea of madness
do not go with the flow but rather stay on top
and build a boat and sail where you want
don't let the coldness of others
affect you,
but rather let your warmness
affect them
this world is harsh
but that doesn't mean you have to be that way too

you kiss my scars
as if they were the stars

You said you love me and that you care
I really thought you did
but friends shouldn't make me feel bad
for being sad

You always want me to be happy
but that's unrealistic
because we are sad beings
in this lone universe
isn't that why we always crave to be with people?

I thought I was happy
but I was wrong
I simply forced myself to be
because I know you'd leave again
and you are a drug to me
I simply cannot live without

But you demand so much from me
you crush my bones into dust
and you like to take control of me

In a simple sense,
you have the wheel
and you never let me learn how to drive
and when we reached a wall
you simply jumped off and deserted me
instead of taking a turn