Anxious rat eyes

I like you because you’re so random, and you can pick up quickly where I leave off when I zone in and out erratically. We just don’t seem to care that much. We’re quite nonsense and there’s no need to explain to each other any sort of reason or validity as to why we exist because we’re both perfectly aware that we’re totally fked either way, and that we are, in fact, just blind rats
running around this circus wheel inside a rat cage where we fight for food but also play
and when your red eyes beam my way I stop this erratic thing that I’m doing and I listen to you
and we communicate like normal people do. Such profound things we discuss; why might we be alive? You verbalize things that ring my heart and it leads me to realize that I’m not alone; that you’re just as miserable as I,
and it’s a gorgeous thing playing in this dark side of the universe; it’s like we’re just sparks of fire burning and fizzling out before our own eyes
you, with your eerie rat eyes
looking at me, acknowledging my life while we do things unpredictably and blabber normal gibberish that we should.
My friend, you have no idea how much I owe you
for helping me stand when I couldn’t get out of bed
for existing, as sad as it is for you, and living as anxiously as you do.
You can hug me anytime, and I’ll hold you tight
Then we can stay still, and heal in the ocean of each other’s stares for a while.

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Sun friend

Why am I teary unexpectedly? Could it be the love for my grandparents, the loss of a family member, goodbyes of all kind,
The limping dog down the street
Quick infatuations, and false expectations
Sweet motherland, who seeks no expectations
Being sick in this heaven full of empathy
Asking for nothing in return, but only to inhale the scent of mother’s cooking
In the arms of my homeland that rocks me gently while I weep, passing time, watching the streets and making the best out of each hour, as slowly as can be, as if time is way too quick to pass on by, with my friend by my side; the kind sun from dawn till dusk.

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A friend before all else

Leaving is hard my friend,
‘Cause you know I don’t talk much,
but you get me and see how much I feel,
although sometimes I restrict myself from expression.
Why you wonder– I haven’t attempted explaining it.
But as always, you can see through my thin skin
and have felt the warmth from within it
and it’s said enough for the both of us,
that I’m a friend, before all else.

Loving Something That You Hate

What if, all of a sudden, they sang and you became mesmerized.
What if you were suddenly nice to them, and they became nice to you.
Your eyes dilated like a new feeling and your heart poured warmth.
They were just scared like you; absolutely afraid.
They were just as protective towards the things they dearly loved.
And when you raised your hand for friendship, they took it. And you cried, as if you found another soulmate.
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