I Want To Write Everything That Doesn't Make Sense

Farewell

The moon-

That was the last thing I remember

We were staring at it

Like it was the most beautiful thing ever

Then a hug

For that was the last time we'll see each other

I wish I have stayed

On that warm night of November.

Will you ever come back?

i don't know how i can describe you

you're like my guardian angel who suddenly flew

leaving me overwhelmed by your greatness

since then, looking for you became my quest

you became my anchor to the real world

in the midst of coals, you became my gold

i hold on to you with everything i have

i lay at your feet all that i love

you made me happy like i thought i'd never be

in my own tiny prison, you set me free

right then, i thought something might last

but as i turn around, you became my past

as i sat there, feeling numb

i ask myself, how i can be so dumb?

that i have never realized, you were there only for a season

that you only came to teach me a painful lesson.

-D.G. Gir// 04/04/2018

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Words, Words, Words

I write not because it make things better. I write because it's the only thing I know. And I know it's dumb. Words are very unreliable, yet it's the only thing I could hold on to. It's my rope. I know people tend to break them every time, but I don't care. I'll still hold on to it like its my last piece of thread. And maybe that's the reason behind my brokenness. Because I try to latched on the thing that people barely keep. But I can't help it. Words, writing them down, it doesn't always make everything clearer, but for me, it's the only thing that makes sense. The only constant in my life that I could turn to no matter what. And there's no word for everything. There are feelings and experiences that I cannot fathom into phrases or sentences. But somehow, when everything is fading too fast, and I'm alone and lost and confused, these breakable, limited words became enough for me. Not enough to be fine and happy, but enough to survive. And I hope it'll be enough for another day, because I honestly don't know what to do if it isn't.

Mute

My pen glides through the paper as I bleed you out

The ink tells what I can't speak through my mouth

It seems I lost my voice since you left

Not does it matter, with me, you're always deaf

I beg for you to stay, I plead for just another minute

But you're hellbent on tearing my heart, blowing it to bits

Yet you say there's nobody crueler than I

When you didn't even think twice when you said goodbye.

What I Hate Most

Often I wonder if I'll ever hear your voice again

'Cause I can no longer remember its sound, its tone

I can only feel the warmth it brings when it rains

The way it made my heart skips, the way it chilled my bones

I wonder if you still laugh the same

If my soul, your singing can still tame

'Cause all I have now is a dusty memory

One that's leaving me, leaving me slowly

So here I am, still hoping against it all

That you'll one day give me call

That once again, I'll feel that honey dripping in my ears

Just so I can be reminded, there's someone real behind these tears.

Fire

Catch me, catch me, but we're both falling

To my hands, don't you cling

I'm black and blue, you're shining golden

Blood runs black, wounds gaping open

This is an illusion, I'm not your forever

Lying through our teeth, don't you remember?

My voice in your head, a song, a warning

This is a trap, now we better start running.

I know that I'm healing when I realized that I don't want to die anymore. I realized that there are still things I wanna do, feelings I want to experience, adventures I want to go to, though I still have no motivation for it. But I'll get there. I believe it.