Secret

Please accept this overpriced coffee
Take your time. Smell it and drink it slowly
 
Enjoy the ambiance and my company today
Who knows if tomorrow we’d cross pathways
 
Tell me a secret that no one else knows
Allow me a glimpse into your inner soul
 
Share a dark tear or a broken smile
Make these five minutes worth the while
 
Feel the liberty in sharing truths with a stranger
Resist the hesitation and insensible sense of danger
 
What is it that defines who you are?
What is it that keeps you together and cuts you apart?
 
Believe me it was not my intention to see your tears
But I can’t say I’m not glad that I was here
 
Let’s talk about the weather and other trivial subjects
Let’s ignore disappointments and deep regrets
 
I love your nervous slightly embarrassed laugh
How do you feel letting go of what you had?
 
It’s running safely in my bloodstream
A piece of you shall forever remain within me
 
Forget your job, your family and friends
This is a moment that shall last after it ends
 
Could I interest you in a secret of mine?
There was once this time…

The End

I can see the flames turning into dust
The morning that did not last quite enough
The memories turning into undesirable rust
Of something that once resembled love
 
The bittersweet taste of finales lingers
The salty tears that resonate regrets
Like missing an amputated finger
You know it’s not there yet you always forget 
 
You keep seeing flashbacks in your head
Life seems much more beautiful in hindsight
We obliterate the bad and think of good instead
In the darkness, you always visualize light
 
Meaningless words that are politely exchanged
Of weather and other trivial subjects
Of promises we won’t keep when we’re estranged
Of emotions comparable to those of inanimate objects
 
Plans crumbling down like a Lego tower
Pathways leading into uncharted territories
Seconds weigh down on us like hours
As we realize we came to the end of our story

Zombie

I close my eyes and I think just before I sleep
Wouldn’t be wonderful to be someone else?
To know what it’s like to be able to breathe
Without having to despise myself
 
I contemplate suicide for the hundredth time
But it’s too selfish of an act to execute
I can’t control the thoughts in my mind
So I resort to what makes me feel better, self abuse
 
I imagine myself dead in a car crash
The pictures in my head give me some relief
They’re like stains that cannot be washed
Monsters in my head that refuse to leave
 
I break the mirror with my bare fist
The pain and blood bring me back to life
I smile and I think of slitting open my wrist
Unconsciously I run and grab the sharpest knife
 
But I know that I probably won’t succeed
I’m too much of a coward to go though with it
So I make a small cut and watch myself bleed
Maybe I won’t feel like a zombie if only for a minute

Black Coffee

I drink my coffee in the morning
Black and bitter like everything else in my life is
Outside my window, rain is pouring
Raindrops are salty tears I’m too familiar with
 
I stand naked underneath the shower
Everyday I pray I will finally feel unstained and clean
But there’s simply not enough water
To wash away the blood, tears, memories and all that’s between
 
I hold my breath for as long as I can
Am I strong enough to fight my instinct to survive?
I breathe in against my will and I don’t understand
How can one be not dead but far away from being alive?