Mad Boy’s Love Song

Nowadays, I barely sleep

Thinking about how things used to be

About what these streets meant to me

I worry constantly

Thinking about where I will breathe

And about what will it all mean to me

Sometimes, I roam these streets

Noticing the places my body used to be

Seeking fragments from a life I used to live

But time has changed, or is it me?

The world around me seems to grieve

About the friends who were left behind

And the people no one should ever forgive

These streets used to whisper poems about me

Stories of a kid with glass beneath and above his skin

The traveler's son watching everything through a screen

A person like you, unable to feel

A person like me, unable to heal

I pause in between

The chapters of my life as I revisit scenes in my memory

Pointless conversations,

silly arguments

faded pictures

I'm searching for the promises I was supposed to keep

And for you on my chair staring at me

Yet, in this stalemate, I dare to sing

With a voice so fragile as my dreams

The beauty of my anxiety reflected in my speech

A newfound peace, admitting defeat

A reminder of normality, as I forget who I wanted to be

Dreaming about the person I will wake up and my mirror will meet

Choosing a life unsymmetrical and incomplete

I will always remember one thing

These ever-changing streets still hold a grudge and a gift

For the tears I postponed and the stories I never wrote

The poems about a kid

That could be you

Or me

The poems about how I wanted to be a home for you

And you to be for me