I met you in a world where no one dared to travel
I met you through a friend whom was not a friend before
I saw your eyes and dared to dream of you that night

We spent days without counting
We found comfort through indecision
I’m always in love for one reason
or another

Too invested after 24 hours
Too attached after 72
Willing to traverse the skies after 96

sigh

And so of course
the last day brings loose change
Sweet nothings turned to blank stares
You looked at others but I wailed
I told myself there was no worry to feel
A lie so naive, so pure and so vain

You may mistake me for another
toss me in favour of unrequited lovers
It’s just another heart to be broken
A tattooed mistake to be remembered

And why should you care if it isn’t yours?
A landfill of stars couldn’t change
the ownership of its pulse
It’s just another heart to be broken

And that’s all I was to you.

Takes the stride
It takes your weight
One print after the next
It makes no mistakes

You walk it to find the way
The way to clearing your name
Heavy breath and barren eyes
You speak the words to yourself
Rehearsing the lines

It’s your cross to bear
Because nobody else is there
To act out the forthcoming play
Still the road is neither forgiving
Nor condemning
It takes the weight

A son
A single one
A greater purpose
That cannot be declared

So the road understands
For many sons have walked it
And many more shall transpire
The same

Of how strange the condition of life is
The road doesn’t care
Of how frail and mischievous being is
The road doesn’t berate

The road back is persisting and weary
It’s spine torn by bushes and rosemary
It’s walks endless and more
The people who walk it
Unaware of its name
But still they walk
the same longing floor.

I feel the same.

Does not bleed.
Funny how some things
Are quite indifferent to how they’re perceived.

Is this my blood then?
That I watch flowing out.
Since I was a kid,
I knew only one way out.

Matter to matter,
Ashes to dust
When you’re truly gone
It’s too late to regret
Giving it up.

But let’s not end on a sad note.
Instead let us rejoice.

For truly, if a blood orange doesn’t bleed
Then the pulp must be richer than its seed.

My thoughts are my cries to the world
The world of silence and solemnity
Nobody hears them
Nobody reads them
I am the only one that has to live them.

My mind is the fish tank of my thoughts
It houses them, judges them
Makes them worse than I am.

My body is the carrier of my disposition
It renders the thoughts, forgets the mind
Speaks through the heart.

What a curse this lonely existence must be.
For loved and unloved people the same.

Bruises worn
Not kept

Family gotten
Not deserved

Pain endured
Never shared

Words not spoken
Barely thought

A life is given
It must be lost

A two day leave
In a city of restless proportions
You took me from Rome
As if an empty promise

And so we walk the streets
And greet others
In broken Italian
And stumbling kindness

Its over now
But I don’t see why
So is this what love is?
A tirade so childish

Of whispers and rain
Of a heart so cursed
I wanted so much more
Than what just became

But I’ll endure

I’ll try and I’ll try
Forever as a foreigner
Replacing you for someone
Who doesn’t compare