Last 3 letters of the spring

That was sad, there’s no point denying how sad it was.

You only recognize it, when you’re no longer in it.

It was the real me, and it was the real you, yet “it wasn’t really it”.

In the middle of the night

brawling air just to come out alive at 07:31

as if I was never on the other side

as if I was never THE…

still fighting back my wounded mirrors

shadows of my innocence 

 

I’ll hold your hand when the big scary guy will lurk 

around your house 

politely scream your name (in my head, how else) and let (the other) kiss my shins

I’ll find my way out

I say, but I can’t 

give you more than I’m allowed to grieve 

You love, and then you lose

and there is no other meaning

It’s not that deep.

It was one of those things on one of those days.

That’s it.