Sometimes days
seem to fuse into an = empty void.
When day and night have no meaning.
Worthless words who lost their reason.
Days like these
they leave me starved,
for what:
I don't know
for what:
I don't have.
And it stings
like an open wound,
like a paper cut that won't bleed.
Days like these
when my soul is screaming at me.
It wants to be free and is beating my body.
Bruises that come from inside,
they never leave you.
And the only part of me that works,
my free-falling tears.
Days like these
I can hear my heart beating.
I wonder, does it keep an eternal beat.
Does it match someone else's?
Or does it beat alone.
Days like thses
scare me.


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I know you love one person,
so could you love two?
Add a little something to my love life.