Masochist

It's been a minute and a day
Since I last talked to you
As I close the curtains to the ending day
Thoughts of you filed into my mind,
Making up scenes that never happened
And I find myself rehearsing unwritten scripts
An attempt to fill the gap caused by your absence
And the more I thought, the more you flood my mind
I find myself floating in the endless ocean of you
I give in to the current and sink without struggle.

I am walking the tracks of time,
And everywhere I turn,
I catch a shadow at the corner of my eye
And I pretend it's us playing hide-and-seek,
You, hiding behind the curve of my smile,
And you just can't escape,
You refuse to escape,
And I don't want to escape.
I am the feather blown from your hand,
I am floating gently in your power.

I'm running down the long corridor,
Each step an echo of your heartbeat,
Bursting in my mind, pulsating,
Intensely, incessantly,
And I thrive on it.
You sat there with the remote in your hand,
You rewound the tape and pressed play,
And I find myself re-enacting
The scene that so pleases you,
And I'm happy.

Empty Eyes

You stare at me
But all I see is hollowness
Created by all the indifference you saw
In this world
Your eyeballs fallen out
Like our fallen globe
We are blinded by our sights
Blind to our sights
And I cry at the passer-bys
But they do not see,
They do not see,
My tears cannot wash away
The darkened blood,
Blood from my eyes,
From where my own eyes
Have fallen out,
And as the passivity
Seeps in from the open gap
In my eyes,
Slowly, I stopped looking.

Day

The light breaks through the dark,
An ever-occurring mark,
And consumes the dusk
Diffusing a dewy musk

The light ruffles the leaves outside my window
I crack open my curtained eyes to the moving row
of trees and I smile at the sight
As I reach my hand up at the imagined height

I close my eyes and felt the rays
On my face, like your fingers' caress from long-ago days
And I savour it, absorbed by my skin,
The fragmented light, my pupils are now drinking in

The day is like any other I've collected in my heart
But I still love it like a beautiful piece of art
Something that I cannot part
with, because it marks a new age's start

Today marks the first day of the twenty-second year of my life.
I don't feel any different, honestly, but I do feel that my day was brighter.
Another birthday I will remember, for sure. <3