i must remain broken for you to be whole,
in a state of becoming yet willfully dispersed,
i had the will to live but life wouldn’t take me,i
n desolation, nothingness is seen.
you, persistent and stubborn, collided,
jolted every piece of truth I held dearly.
exacting thoughts that loiter in my head,
albeit the smiles and hollow laughters, inversely
us? when will you come?
i will rest here for a while…
…reminiscing tomorrow in the now.
Salvation will never become.
