Sometimes




Sometimes,
I want to
Stop breathing
For a while,
And find out
If not having oxygen
Flood my lungs
Hurts worse than
Not having you
Beside me.

 




Sometimes,
I want to
Break a glass,
And walk on the
Shattered pieces,
To find out
If broken glass
Hurts worse than
A broken heart.

 

Sometimes,
I want to
Rip open my skin
With a blade,
To find out
If I am really made of
Blood and bones,
Or just memories
Of the days
I spent with you,
And longing
For the nights
I couldn’t spend
With you.

 

Sometimes,
I wonder
If ‘sometimes’
Would ever come.

 


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