Some days there is an ache
That ripples through my soul like an echo in an empty cave.
Where it started, I'll never know
But it seems endless on my empty days.

me
i grew up dreaming
that all good things happen
maybe in real life it does too
but i realised
life doesn't work
when you try reaching the stars.
all you can get
is air

you
dreamt of what's real
you knew the injustice
of hoping for the irrational
because you know the stars
are dead
and their shine
is hope
in illusion.

me
the ground
the mountains, reaching for you
you are the one that fills the gaps
between what i lost
and what i have yet to find
yet dreams will still be dreams
and my hands will never be long
and enough
to fill the space between
you and me.

you
the sky
you stretch your arms
you plague my existence with yours
and everyone above me
desires for your touch
what bothers me are the times when
you let your guard down
when you don't have to
and i feel you
just because i crave to.

me
i always want you.
i always do.
but if all i can get is air
while you're miles away
and if i'll be drowned
with your hellish hurricanes
and torturous storms
what could you make of me?

us
what could be?
will it be?
i have questions unanswered
but if there's one thing i'm certain of
it would be
there's no me in you
and there's
you in mine.

"And I swear
I loved that boy
With all that I could.

Loving him was
A painful venture,
And I cherished
every
    excruciating
         step."

late at night
when the dextromethorphan
turns on me
I can't get your name out of my head