Stupid feelings

 I feel miserable when you talk about your wounds

So dont talk about that

talk about you dreams and desires

and about your future

Can I do it too?

Are you including me?

Maybe im going to die before I can talk about this feelings

I am here writing bad poetry

Feeling rotten memories

Failures, not a good poem

I am not a good person too

Im going to die soon?

I want it

But I want the future too

I want the snow

And I want your smile

and your broken heart

Would you give them to me?

Can you see how I see you?

No. I know its a no.

Nevermore.

I had my chance

And I fucked up

Like always I do.