Falling

A city of bones
or maybe just a crying violin
in the background
of my thoughts.
And some whispers.
Of mean, unimportant people,
rude humans that don’t
deserve my sadness.

How I wish to teleport myself
In a music box.
Forget that all
is a pretty little lie.
Or just basic loneliness.
that scars us for life.

And when the music stops,
i wish—
—i could breathe
not my mistakes, or yours.
but just a thought…

“How far a tear can run?
Maybe the abyss has an end?”

And i wish—
that I could see the bottom
of the pit.
Without hesitations.
Or false hopes.

Just give up,
And breathe out.
all my soul.

Without hesitations,
or false hopes.
Or even memories
of you.

just forget we even met.

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