Poetry 1

My anger is like a scream, trapped in a lucid dream
This loneliness paralyzes me in my sleep
It lives with me, but we never got to meet
Anxiety gets jealous every time I try to breathe
Our bodies in sync, never got to beatmatch like we did
Mixed tother, like perfect frequencies
I keep mistaking strangers for your shadow
My skin still remembers your handwriting
I leave tenderness the way thieves leave crime scenes
Everytime i answer death’s knocking, silence opens the door
Hope sneaks in slowly and makes herself at home
Death invited me once, got so busy, I forgot to go