Is it really my fault?
All of these faces looking at me
As if they want something from me
Not long enough till they not see me
I just heard someone saying something
Was it for me?
I am sorry for acting like the walls in your room
Was it you?
Because I pretend you disguise as every person I know now
I see a piece of you in their face
I hear a piece of you in their words
Sometimes I wish to turn blind and deaf
I sleep at night so that you don’t sneak into my thoughts
So that you don’t interrupt me while they’re across from me
I don’t want them to remind me of you
I don’t want them to be you
Because when it’s you, I don’t want to trust them
They involuntarily become liars
And it drives me to the truth that they ARE
They fabricate reality for me
If they’re too good it’s you
If they’re too bad it’s you
You never leave my sight
Like you’re air, I can’t see
Sometimes I wonder how the world would be without your existence
Each and every footprint of yours wiped away
So that it won’t be a mould for them
Following your footsteps
This same pattern has become unbearable
I don’t want it to be a circle
I want it to be like the numbers
Counting each and every one of it.
