Nights Are No Longer My Enemies

Nights Are No Longer My Enemies

A few weeks have passed.

I’ve filled the empty spaces with noise,

with people.

Sometimes it works.

There are days when it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

Nights are no longer my enemies.

It’s only the insomnia

that still stays beside me

so I won’t stop thinking about you.

Everything used to feel so bright,

so light.

Now things weigh inside me.

But every step

feels a little easier.

I make the effort to get up

even when deep down

I feel like I’m dying.

I fill the empty spaces

with trips.

Nature speaks to me.

Where there once was so much intensity,

now there is nothing left

but a sad sigh

of melancholy.

Condemned to relive our story,

trapped inside an endless dream.

Sometimes I feel like I wake up

and you still haven’t left.

But reality hits,

and life must go on.

Music keeps me company.

Inspiration hasn’t abandoned me.

I keep writing all these verses,

pulling emotions,

sensations,

out of my chest,

hoping that one day

you’ll stop existing

inside every one of my thoughts.