Death in Shining Armour

That a person has a shining armour
does not make them a knight;
shining armours won’t make a person a knight overnight.
Don’t try too hard to make someone what they are not;
don’t try too hard to make them yours.

Death VI: Death is the True Life

Our bodies were made out of dust;
our spirits are enclosed in dust,
and so, we’re dead,
we’re born dead,
buried in our bodies,
buried in our selves.

We don’t die forever, of course.
It only lasts for a day,
or ten years,
or fifty, or eighty, or one hundred years.
Then we become free from our graves,
our bodies;
we live forever!

Dead Love III

They didn’t fall out of love with you.

Love itself is a paradise-like pit;
where else can anyone possibly fall into
if they fall out?

They climbed out of the love you shared
without you.

You felt their footsteps;
you just chose to ignore it,
or get used to their struggling to get out,
while convincing yourself that they were
drawing closer to you.

Perhaps, you simply watched them leave
because there was nothing you could do.
Someone was helping them get out;
a paradise-like pit had been dug,
an old, slightly-covered one,
or a new one, out of the blue,
and you never knew.

Dead Love II

You didn’t fall out of love with me.

My heart’s legs are badly injured;
yours look intact to me.

You pushed me out of it;
you took “me” out of “we”.