I haven't read any of your messages in weeks, probably month.
They're written all over my walls and maybe
that's why I keep staring at the ceiling.
Because God knows I miss you
to an extend that your name alone can bring tears to my eyes,
so I chose to question your whole existence
instead of taking the burden to accept that you're in fact
not existing anymore.
And it makes me want to cry
every damn night,
but I keep fighting for something I don't see any longer.
I keep fighting for you who keeps crossing my mind,
no matter how hard I try to ignore
your face in front of my closed eyes.
Because God knows about all the plans we had
and the future you once present me with
which now fades away
with every day I keep reminding myself
that your smile will for every carry on
as nothing else than a dream clinging to my mind.
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