my poetry pt. 1

It was a long time ago when I realized my life was over

or at least what remained of it.

all around me, everything was silent. 

like being in an empty room. 

im not sure if what they say is true 

that you can get your spark back.

because how do you get something back that you never had in the first place?

life is truly a mystery.

a mystery I want to solve

But im too afraid to.

like a wall.

you want to open the door.

but you never know what’s on the other side. 

is life as simple as we make it out to be? 

death has crossed my mind

but it never makes sense.

but maybe that’s the point. 

people never want to make sense.

they want to be something new.

and maybe that’s why everyone I know is dead.

not physically. 

but when you look in their eyes 

what remains is their body 

not their soul.

soulless but not heartless.

and maybe that’s why I love them 

because no matter what they are unfazed 

 but they can feel.

and that’s how I want it to stay. 

until I too,

lose my soul

but my heart remains.