the moment you regret letting her drown
is the moment she becomes
immune of water depths
the moment you regret letting her drown
is the moment she becomes
immune of water depths
Someday, we’ll pass by the tallest buildings of the city—together—with your eyes on the road and mine; you’ll carefully maneuver the steering wheel while we sing along to our favorite songs on the radio. I’ll glance at you with contentment as you squeeze my hand, and I’ll look from the rear-view mirror to the tinted window; I’ll quite see my reflection but the tears won’t be visible. I’ll not be able to decipher it, but I’ll have been feeling it running down my cheeks. Then I’ll realize that it’ll be the most beautiful yet most painful dream I’ll ever have.
I’ve gone to places where
I felt of turning into both
a newcomer and an outcast
I’ve met people who
made me feel both
relevant and non-existent
I’ve waited and hoped
and let myself drift into
other people’s worlds;
yet realized that those places aren’t
my home, and
those people aren’t
me