Before I Die;

2.

2: (12/03)

"i know everything because of you and i hate that."

Walks home from school are so lonely 

like the spaces between

my fingers

where yours used

to keep warm.

I'm so cold now

like a pathetic ocean

without

waves. You no longer crash

onto my shore and

clocks move backwards

because forwards no longer

exists.

You left. Now I'm left

with no roads, only doors

with question marks instead

of numbers.

You were the unknown

now there's nothing left to know.

So tell me,

what's the point of setting 

off to new places 

when they hold no knowledge?

Tell me,

how will I ever answer again

when every question mark

not only

has no question

but 

has nothing

to ask about?

(B.C)