to be anyone
but myself,
as i walk through this sunbeam of life
amid every particle of dust
ever to have made its way
across my path
Who Am I
as i cross your path,
hardly giving a fuck what you do,
yet leaving me empty
every time i disappear from you
Who Am I
to judge you
for all your misdoings done unto me
yet also to yourself,
whilst i sit here feeling a slight melancholy reverberation
throughout my essence as i inhale my last breath —
breaths from your whispers that i’ll never feel again —
pressed against your chest
Who Am I
to run from my past instead of learning,
all the while trying to get you out of your funk
from your own nasty past
that haunts you and now…
haunts me
Who Are You
i whisper into the thinning airs surrounding me,
taking full reign of my mind
the more thoughts of you flood me,
forcing me to gasp for air that isn’t available,
forcing me to yearn for you,
forcing me to enter into submission of this dark oblivion i know not
Who Are You
