You don't know me

 You keep claiming that you know me,

that you did all you could

to save us, to protect me

but no, no, you couldn't

because you don't know me

you have no idea what I want

and you are clueless about what I need.

You are not even listening to my screaming

for closeness

for that hug that warms you being

you just offer emptiness.

Go and find yourself better lies

I am not buying your false sense of caring,

you obviously don't want ties

you obviously don't share my feeling.

You have no idea what I am going through

and the worse part is that I am showing you

myself transparent thoughts

and you keep claiming senseless "I know you".

If you would really know me,

you would be there for me,

you would hold my hand next to your heart

our perfumes merging together.

The Distance that feels like an Ocean but is just a river

 You won't believe me when I tell you

that you are always on my mind

you won't trust this truth shared with you

because I haven't shared it in the right kind.

You caused me to try to help

when my help was not needed

just my presence for this whelp

was the only thing required.

I thought I was doing you a favor

I thought it was going to be better in the long term

but I just brought more loneliness and zero candor

to an already solitary hermit.

You caused me to spread myself too thin,

trying to reach out over my own limits,

attempting to help even the ones who don't want my spin

even the ones that make me feel guilty.

We were so close, we have so many happy moments,

and now the distance between us feels like an ocean

a death ocean full of retreat components

but I know we can swim this emotion

because it is just a narrow river, not an ocean.

Remembrance

 In remembrance of me,

I am constantly thinking of you

how happy you made me

I can't tell you because I am afraid that will hurt you.

I have to live in the now,

but the melancholia is hunting me

like an old friend I used to know

who was constantly judging me.

Remembrance can be hunting

like a dream that follows you constantly

a surrounding haze that is invading

every part and vacuum despondently.

Blue skies

 It is a peaceful life,

now that the airplane lines are gone

we just need to survive

with what was left and our own.

No more white lines crossing the sky

no more distractions from the real pain

we have to make the blue sky our ally

or everything would be in vain.

Help me understand

 How does this make you feel?

Do you want to talk about it?

Is avoiding it turning you into steel?

or is it the only way you know to cope with it?

Help me to understand what happened

and how I can help you

Help me to understand how you finished so saddened

and how I did that to you

Same eyes, different colors

They were warm and welcoming

not so long ago

They were an open sky inviting

smiling on the go.

Beautiful eyes spreading happiness

hugging from their high castle,

now, there is only emptiness

and everything is a hassle.

All that wonderful warmness 

has gone with the wind,

time brought coldness

and messed up the mind.

The icy eyes were once deep blue

as an ocean inviting swimmers

while hiding the dangerous true

and the shameful sinners.

Why are we not aiming higher?

 When I see you so focus

so concentrated

when I hear you creating an opus

so fascinated.

It is only you and the music

you and the black and white keys

completely in sync

and in perfect ease

I wonder why you are not aiming higher

you are so talented

and you are still trapped by a spider

in a web of false charmed

Your melodies are poor magic

just you there playing your creative music

attracting all the feelings that are pragmatic

it is fundamentally therapeutic.

You could do more, get more

you could touch the sky

and even Mars and further explore

but you stay there, so shy.

I just wonder why?

all that talent wasted,

locked in a room

for only 1 person to enjoy.