I heard you’re walking away with something you’re afraid to hear, something I said and something I unconsciously did.
Why? Are you afraid of me? Why does my words scares you away?
We tried walking the same road, bumped into the same rocks and jumped into the same river;
but in this time frame, we’re unlikely to walk the same path,
unlikely to spark a light out of the same stone,
unlikely to swim into the same river – because our currents will never be the same.
We’re walking on worlds paralleled to each other,
your ground is my sky; your sky is my ground.
We’re mirrored but aren’t synchronized, flowing on different directions, falling into different surfaces.
Our eyes are closed while putting our walls up,
too high we can’t even afford to reach out.
As much as we want to be unknown, eyes are linked to our every move.
I climbed down those walls for you but you’re way too comfortable on the ground to even climb up to meet me in the middle.
I told you that I’m no longer heaving for air to breathe because I have none,
but you gave me life and air;
now that you’re gone, I’m just another silhouette.
I thank god for you’re still breathing; you’re luckier than me.
I know, I’m another lifeless face that will be erased from people’s minds days from now.
It’s my fault. It’s all on me. I scared you away.
My apologies my love; tonight I’ll be gone for good.
What scares you the most?
Is it the way I see the world?
you’re afraid of my whole existence?