अब ख़त के ज़वाब नहीँ आते,
पता नहीं क्या बदला है?
पता या लोग?
Now letters are not responded,
Don't know what changed?
Address or addressee?

ख़त के ज़वाब नहीँ आते,
पता नहीं अब क्या बदल गया है?
उनका पता या वो लोग?
letters are not being responded,
I Don't know what is changed now?
Their Address or addressee themselves?

BLOW
But the second time it comes undone
Redundancy and cardboard boxes under the Christmas tree
******* the professor - "Fun fact: by the time you turn 20, half of your taste buds have
Died"
Holly has tried to die while keeping her memory intact
She won't want to forget this
**** the twine, slip knots slip
-Not in the good way-
Her father said he loved her not in the good way
The bongos are too loud for this place and they aren't instruments
Skin wrapped over emptiness
His Catholic echo
Georgia watches him flap up to the podium,

TAKE A PICTURE OF MY GOSPEL GUT
I HAVE DIGESTED MY DESIRE
Desire: verb, derived from the root word '******'
We have several walls between us, baby
Tell me all your passwords.

Tabs under the tongue, Joey can't taste her iris and how she constricts
Hurting is a good sign, sin, sigh
You will never know how to get inside.

Bird-**** on your shoulder waiting at the alter, Holly is late and the clock is expanding inside of her throat
Deep, suicidal
Clean your clothes, wipe off your cellular corpses flaking like funeral snow
Joey, baby, tell her you cannot taste her entrances
Tell her she does not remind you of ash and acid
Tell her you have not been licking your lips ever since she gave birth to you

The middle child and you have never believed in God.

And when they ask you about me and you find yourself thinking back on all of our memories, I hope you ache in regret as the truth hits you like a bullet and you find yourself replying "she loved me more than anyone else in the entire world and I destroyed her."

I could have any kind of conversation
With any kind of man
But the ones we want to talk to us
Never, ever do
They all stop in the end.
They all vanish like it was pretend.

I look in your direction,
And I catch you making eye contact.
I immediately turn away,
Embarrassed in thinking 'bout it.

==《 ¿ 》==

At least I let you know.
Now it's time to move on.
If you'll return,
then I know it wasn't in vain.

Now you talk like that to me
All emotional and all impulsive
I am tempted to reply
In the same unreasonable way

But because of that
I will keep it back
Staying calm for a moment or two.

To find the right answer for you.

I'm still here,
waiting for your reply.
It's been months, hasn't it?
This conversation's never gonna die.

I start looking at past conversations as I wait for a reply, my heart has sank. I am shaking as if I'm standing in a winter wind, but I'm alone on my bed.
This girl that I once loved speaking to more than anything is terrifying but calming me all at once.
I get her answer, and I realize that she doesn't hate me. It's something far worse, I am no longer someone she cares for, I am unexistent to her, I am nobody.

And when she responded, some buried part of me that never sees the light wished that I was dead.
Perhaps I would be somebody then.