Empty Hands

Believe that it's all possible All the dreams And all the wanting All the changes All the promises All the hopes Everything is possible It doesn't depend on the stars Or the lovely words out of someone mound. It depends on you And your actions Because it's your life and your life only

You can’t make a home out of a person

and at the end, it’s all I wanted  to make you my home fill your body with my spirit fill my soul with your love to find me in your mirroring eyes I wanted to make a home out of you feel your presence next to mine breath your air which filled your lungs once and now fill mine

And still no matter how hard I tried  to make a home out of you to hold on to the idea of what we could be you were never mine you were never my home no matter how hard I tried because you can’t make a home out of a person

don't let me go

if I try to leave

hold on, hold on

or I am gonna fall

just by proving you

I could fly on my own

without your wings

saving me from my

heavy stubbornness

I don’t want to be your    drunk text romance. I don’t want to hear your    confession of love at 1 a.m    when you are drunk   and lost in your feelings of    loneliness and desperation. I don’t want to be loved   the way you love me    whenever you feel like it. I don’t want to be loved because   you want to love someone    and I am the only one around. I want to be loved    because you love me   not because you think you do. 

I am sorry but I am not going to make it Instead, I will float in the sea of unconsciousness and slowly drown to the sound of your voice I am sorry but I am not able to be yet I will rather remain as an ungrown flower and hide in the shadows hide from the sun hide from the rain only to avoid growing up and to stay a child I am sorry but I am not ready to fall this early because if I fall for you you are not able to catch me and I can't fly yet I am sorry but I am not ready to leave my nest yet I am not ready to fly not ready to grow not ready to be the human you try to see in me

I want to let go of a couple of things like of the idea of being anything of meeting the expectations I expect others to have Yet all I reached is the nothingness I called the vision of perfection and couldn't hold onto anyway  

stranger

You are just a stranger I introduced to my heart so it feels less empty and I less alone

I am just a stranger you introduced to your heart so I would satisfy your needs and you would feel complete 

We are just two stranger who agreed to use each other  to fill our desires in the most egoistic way possible 

So tell me

how can you

love someone

and don't care at all?

At least the pain shows

you were real

we were real

this was real

I created a new person for you but as much as I created It wasn't enough for you.