I watched you fade
Into the sunset
Like how i used to
When I was three
When I didn’t know
What living and dying meant
No one explained to me
Because I didn’t ask either
I still think
The sunset is pretty
And nice people
Go in there
Til inevitable things happen
And I watched my grandfather
Vanished into the pretty sky
Of January 13
I wasn’t anymore three
And now i know what it means
To stop breathing
It isn’t a pretty phrase
And the feelings aren’t pretty either
The sunset came again
And i stopped caring

The flower will bloom
Wither and die
Without anyone noticing

How can you bring flowers
To someone’s grave
When you can’t even water
Your garden back home

Do i apologize
To everyone
I’ve hurt
For hurting me?

They told me to run
Run away from you
But I pretended
I didn’t hear
And ran away with you
I denied everything
Every single lie
That came out from your mouth
Continued to run away with you
Even farther
I should’ve known
you weren’t the one
When i saw you
having your tequila
In a coffee cup