Close the Door

Like a gust of wind,
you came to me.
Breaking my guard.
Breaking my walls of protection.


You lift me up,
and spun me around.
I was dazed in love.
I was lost in lust.

You were the cyclone.
The one who caused me ache.
I must be fucked up,
because I was addicted.

You would calm down.
Like a breeze on a summer day.
Soothing my heart.
Tickling my skin.

Then you were a hurricane.
Full of energy.
Leaving me breathless,
yet wanting for more.

Then you would calm down again.
But this time you were slowly drifting away.
I could still feel you tickling against my skin.
But you weren’t there.

Before I knew it,
You were gone.
I couldn’t breathe at first,
because I needed you.

I slowly re-built my walls.
Brick, by brick.
To cover the hole that you left.
I had to do it alone.

No matter how tall I stacked the bricks,
No matter how much bricks I’ve used,
There was still a gaping hole.
The hole only you can fit in.

I want to close the door.
So that you would stay inside with me.
But the door is still open.
Because I still can’t breathe.

Close the Door

Chasing the Wind

I can’t see you.
But I know you’re there.
I can’t touch you.
But I know you exist.

Foolish, I know.
I’m chasing the wind.
Running, and running, with no end.
My consciousness is running low.

I know I can never grasp you.
Yet here I am, running.
Forgetting everything.
Because all I see is you.

I have to keep running.
I have to keep up with you.
Because the moment I stand still,
I am consumed in you.

On the moment I stand still,
I can feel you wrap yourself around me.
Taking me somewhere I should not be.
Somewhere we should not be.

The wind I’m chasing is you.
You’re a warm, gentle breeze.
But the longer I’m wrapped inside you,
The more suffocating it is.

Should I keep chasing you or should I run away?
Should I embrace this feelings or should I throw it away?
Save me because my life is going awry.

Chasing the Wind