I will create new worlds,

I will defy logic, 

god, 

and reality.

Every word written will be a different door into my consciousness.

I will define my existence……

Until th~

Tell me a story.

Don’t speak though. 

Just look in the eyes,

and tell me. 

Who are you?

You can’t just be a figment of my imagination.

My imagination can’t make something this beautiful.

So, tell me who you are with those eyes of yours.

And, I’ll tell you who I am with my lips intertwined with yours. 

You left,

I wept.

You returned,

we kissed. 

We’ve been caught in this dance for so long.

An eternity of perpetuating the steps.

I took your hand, you took mine.

And we dance on the fabric of existence.

The moment we let go of each other,

my hand felt cold. 

We’ve been caught in this dance for so long.

As if our hands were meant to be intertwined. 

So why is it that I just now realized that we complete each other.

“Smile.

Even if you dying inside.”

What a fucking joke.

Let’s all just contradict our emotions.

Let’s laugh while we’re dying.

Frown when we having fun.

Dance while being broken.  

Point is, fuck hiding our emotions behind masks. 

Let’s look like how we feel on the inside.

So maybe, just maybe, someone will try to help.

It’s not worth being broken forever.

It’s….just not worth it. 

I could always hear the laughter.

It just took me a while to realize that,

they were laughing at me.

So, I foolishly laughed along without knowing, 

like I was laughing at my mirror. 

I kept on laughing though.

The reality of it all is, 

I am amusing.

My existence in itself is a joke. 

So why not laugh? 

It’s funny. 

I hope god finds me amusing.