NAPATSORN TREESAP

I fixed the glasses and the door for you to knock in 
Pomegranate preserved in the dead freezer that’ll never be eaten 
Your dead poetry that was once be read in the bed I sleep
Was left in window soaking by the rain that’s pouring near the pillow I sleep

I love you more in every day
You love me less in every tomorrow 
Even when it’s in my bad days
You still turn your back on me 
Like I was something with just your hollow

The hands that I always wish to touch 
The lips that I always wish to cling onto
Turn out to be the ghost behind the wall I used to know
With the word ‘hello’ fading, but saying ‘goodbye’

The ghost behind the wall in the empty spaces
The voice behind the call in the reckless habits
The secret behind your door, that’s your favorite 
The heart without a home, the meaningless discussion 

Fragility, I send the love to the deepest ocean without his permission
He’s mad and took me back to the dark prison
Scratching all the bones in the edge of the emotion 
Sense of vision becomes blurred with his passion

I won’t open the door even when you knock with a thousand excuses
I won’t keep all the black roses you gave with thousands made-up stories 
I won’t knock at your windows even when it’s breaking, calling all my nemesis
I won’t wish to see your face again, all the thousands liars who fooled me with daydream
I won’t wish to see your face again— I’m sorry

I used to wish seeing our own love story 
Now I wish to skip it and leave them in the ghost town I used to sleep
I used to wish it, you’re saying a million vows 
To all the million crowd while saying my name
Now I won’t wish it— I’m sorry again

Paint me in blue, smoke me all the sad cigarettes 
Drop me off at the corner of our venue— I’m okay with it
Don’t come to knock at my door
It’s lock— Don’t try to unlock it
I won’t open the door
It’s fragile in pieces
Don’t come to my home 
It’s for the people who are loving it
Not just a person who wanna catch just glimpse of feeling
Or a ghost hunting in your daydream
Whispering winds of love 

 © 2023 Napatsorn Treesap