If only I could touch what’s broken in me, and tell it: “I’m sorry”.

No one full, ever knew how to fill.

Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.

I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.

All I wanted was to plant poetry in broken places and watch flowers grow.

I write these words to touch you,My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.

‪I am a castle made of sands, a house made of cards, a diamond cut with blood, a ship carved of dreams, sunk beneath a sea of almosts, an orchestra of screams, dying, praying,to no one, in a cathedral of silence.‬

When I was sadI smiledSo everyone thought I was happyAnd smiled backEven if they were sadThey were happy that I was happyEven if we were sad.