I will always love you, but I am not God. I will sometimes hurt you, because I am not God.

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

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.‬

As long as there is sound, voices will remain silent.

Even in the darkest of years, you remained the light of my life.

I am the broken sky, you are my rain.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You weep in the rain.