I always wonder about you, devoured by thoughts of your touch.

Though the idea and thoughts are pure, you are non existent.

You are the people who lied and the people who made me lose sight.

You are the people I loved and the people I now hate.

You were priceless and you became worthless.

I always wonder about you, cursed by thoughts of your voice.

Your slithering voice creeping down my skin, your cold promises scratching hard.

I think about your hands and how they would hold me, 

I feel a tight grip suffocating my lungs, a final breath I breath.

The thought of you compels me to love again, if I won't, I will love love. 

People.

People rarely have the time for each other.
We stumble between what we should and what we must.
I get lost in both, drowning in the uncertainty that life holds now.
People don't listen.
We hold our ears open always but never analyse the sounds.
I hear birds singing and wish for silence, silence is granted and I am alone.