lens fell out of my glasses
the world turned blurry
saturation lost its meaning
not warm but a cold feeling
all after our sightseeing

showed you my nostalgic places
walked you through my town
through the dark mazes
made by my mind
quiet
silence
a kiss brought by night

but the lens still fell out
it was a sign
to stop being blind

when i was painting "ruby dress skinny dog"
thought my love language was real
when i pushed away the mental fog
thought i could overcome my zeal
when i was picking wildflowers on rainy day
thought mother nature would heal
not only my ambivalence
but your feelings that sank in silence

it all was a misleading blindness
my glasses are empty
you circled back to the old ones
and wore them as brand new
so your colors would return

letting me and my town burn.

When the river is shallow, you cannot dive deep in,
unless it is a vision meant for you to drown in.
Waters were peaceful — how could I know?
They were murky, the last thing I saw.
Maybe I thought that azure colour was real,
hypnotized by the waves that you didn't feel.
You were the one to call it a perfect sea.

It was deeper than I imagined — I drowned, couldn't breathe.
Only saw you, gasping for air, breaking through the breeze.
You were already standing on the coast,
It was cruel that I thought I had the most.
I was naive; I thought I could dive.
For goodbye, you should know I only cried twice.
The tears blended into the waters,
I asked Poseidon: "What are these wonders?"

He said: "It is a state of your mind."
He tried to see if I was truly kind.
You made the maelstrom inside my peace,
I am waving with a clenched fist.
Supposedly, the waters are an unknown field,
some of them made you healed,
some of them almost crushed you,
some of them thought they were flawless.
some of them needed only two weeks to become aweless.

It was shallow — you were fast.
I drowned, I'm stuck in the past.

the need to adapt.
into reality
a creation - made up
between those walls
of granted pain.

to feel worthy
inside this world
full of sharp claws,

they are
r  e   a   c    h     i      n      g        o        u        t
for your inner child
who lives
in your mind's cave

s c  r  a  t  c  h   i  n  g  
the pure surface
of your young blood
that once was brave.

admire those scars
a permanent sign
of your soul's fight.
take it.

remember.
to convert it
to the outside
and make it
your own guide
who will  L I G H T

the path through their vicious hands
they will poke
they will drain
the spark in your sight.

tea to her coffee
bitterness to her sweet
sun to her moon
realist turned into a  fool

blue to her green
nightmare to her dream

she is an insomniac
shattered her sleep
stabbed her in the morning
you
let her go
through the dark alleys
back to her home

she wasn't alone
but filled up with thought

why?

she watched you sleep
held you through the night
devoted so deep

yet
so
unworthy
to
keep


why so unworthy to keep?