Crosswalk
I’m not saying that I deserve to be remembered,
I’m admitting that I cannot bear to be forgot.
That I both hope and fear to see you at the opposite end of the crosswalk in the city that whispers your name so sharply sometimes.
That sometimes I read stories and you’re there, in between the lines and falling down the margins.
That you are still the most interesting person I’ve ever met.
I admit that I hope I’m a ghost to you too, even if I’m just a flicker in one of your dreams.
Until I see you again, maybe across the street.
Linger
I was once apart of you that your mind wouldn't erase.
I kept your heart beating at a normal pulsating pace.
A drum beat with a crazy rhythm whenever you saw my face.
Your body quivered from head to toe because your soul couldn't escape.
Do I suppose to apologize for being your every existence?
Should I run and hide when you and I are close in distance?
Is it polite for me to love you even when you are in resistance?
Can I hand you my heart to show you my assistance?
I regret the fact that love grows with no direction.
And it will take over your body and mind with no warnings or inspections.
It dies on its own, and re-births with its resurrection.
Please don't forget me, because it's me you see in your reflection.
How Do I Know?
How do I know
I'm not just another face
a forggeten childhood friend?
How do I know
I won't bleed in and dry out
as just another face in the crowd?
How do I know
I'm not someone put up with
out of sticky pity?
How do I know
that I'm not just rusting chains,
your patience dying as they break?
How do I know
that I'm not just a shadow,
dragged along and desolate?
How do I know
that your memories; my heart
won't succumb to errosion?
Please, don't forget me.
in the end
please don't forget me
if the lights go dark
and we sit together in the black.
please don't forget my touch
please don't forget my love
even if you hate me when
the lights come back on.
please don't forget me
when that dirty guitar plays
with gain that scrapes out the
insides of our ears and rips
holes in our jeans.
please don't forget my voice
screaming alongside yours.
please don't forget me
when the smoke we shared
sinks into my lungs for good
and all you can smell is
antiseptic and dread.
i've loved you once, and
i'll love you again.
just please don't forget me, in the end.
The moment
please don't forget me,
said the moment.
my existance is brutally short,
i have feelings,
substance, desires.
but like all other moments,
I am left out of time,
swept out of the way,
to make room for other moments.
it might be cruelty by definition,
that I am come to be,
only to immidiately know,
that my time is not long.
well...maybe I have wasted,
what little I had.
here another moment comes.
It too is in a rush.
remember us, I beg,
before we turn to ash.