Talking to Myself

Please do not remind me
That it won't be you.
Please don't hurt me more
Than I already do.

I still question it...
Why am I in this story?
Guess I cursed myself
Imagining. It's synthetic.

My pillow will probably grow mouldy.
Can we already switch to holy moment
When there is nobody left on Earth?
In silence, butterflies fly over grass.

My thoughts are dangerous;
Oh God, help me erase 'em.
Just don't remind me, dear, don't do that.
Let's make the most of our time together.

Mar. 14, 2025