I.

The very same words I always write

The letters I will never stop painting on this paper

The all too familiar paragraphs in these verses

They somehow never changes

And why, I will never know

They are the mystery of my life

And so they are supposed to be

No matter how much I try

No matter how much I care

No matter how long I pant without a break

The rhythm in my veins will always be the very same

And so the magic in my words will never change

I can yell at you and I can whisper

But it will always be about how much I miss her

About him being such a good kisser

And never of the love for a writing sister

She was just like me

Writing about a world so cruel and upsetting

Who would even remember us when all you do is forgetting

No matter how much I want to

No matter how much I love you

No matter how much less I wish I knew

My feelings can never go outside of this heart of mine

And they can never change

For they will always be

The very same