The Flood

I’m not allowed to miss you,

to think about the moments it was amazing,

the moments in the rain

when you stole my heart.

All I want is it back.

the magic

the trust

the faith


That thing you turned cheap and painful

for no other reason than you just

couldn’t help yourself.




All of these mingling into some twisted parasite

eating away at the heart that used to be mine.

little pink roses



That dress is still my favorite

hanging there covered from top to bottom

in a disgustingly naive hope

just like this mutinous tear hangs from my broken eyes.

Look there.

My spirit,

it’s everywhere.

So I’ll just keep on laughing

because if I stop, even for a second,

I don’t think I would be able to hold it back:



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