deeper than words

you think it’s a game,
a game where you
justify your inactions.
keep playing yourself,
solitaire.

a burning fire within,
fighting it with all I have
to keep it from spreading
like a wildfire.
as I lay here in the wake
of the lost battle
the clean up commences.
a new day.

you are my hardest goodbye
and my happiest hello.
together with you
my favorite place to be.
forever with you
will never be long enough.

fact-checking all things
that feel certain.
the mind,
can make itself
believe everything
if you tell it to enough.

the day will come, in which,
I will stop seeking you in the crowd.
the memories will start to fade,
and waking up will no longer hurt.
I will not wait for you
at the, now, empty door.
however,
one day, it will come,
in which, you desperately
come looking for me.
tracing my steps
using the map of our history,
but I won’t be there.
forcing you to give up
at the arms of someone who
will never be me.
you will, eventually, transcend
but the wind will tease you,
carrying my scent
making it so,
that you will never forget me.

la paura di fallire
ci trattiene dal fare
ciò che vogliamo.
nel momento
ci dimentichiamo che
tutto si apprende dal fallimento.
un giorno ti sveglierai
e desidererai di aver fatto
quello che avevi paura
ma sarà troppo tardi.

my consciousness
leads me into the abyss.
oftentimes a curse
to feel things so deeply.

anyone can win
by saying all the right
mouth noises,
a soliloquy.
but truth can’t be eluded
once you get challenged.

written words
have no context.
people simply “finding”
what they’re looking for.

you’re like a book
filled with pages
that I’ve never read before
but, somehow, when reading them
they feel familiar.
as if I was the one writing them
bookmarking all my favorite paragraphs
so that I can read them
over and over again.