Breathe .. blow the dust of emptiness

Wipe clean, all those things don't forget the corner where we've swept... 
all the shards of broken dreams and all the burnt remnants of pictures that still silent scream pretend as if you've never been exist.
i love you, a thousand times on a single piece of paper in different ways... 
in pen pretend you wrote it all in pencil, erase it 'till the lines fall off, till you see the table on the other side then neatly put it in a pile, right in front of you... then breathe .. exhale it like a birthday cake close your eyes and make a wish...
i wish the painful past would disappear, for you, for me... for anyone who hears
the voices that haunt them from their sleep
the painful itch that never leaves until it's left.
the past is falling fast, and it grabs you where it can, it holds on for dear life, for it is dead... 
and scared afraid to be alone, sorry that it made you cry...
but mostly, it's only sorry for itself...
crying in a broken mountain, that you put in the corner...
but never called the coroner, in hopes that it would come back to life... like some sort of miracle... and we're messed up over a lingering... praying for death because we and it just can't let go.
there is no moving on... until you make the first move,
release the white knuckled grip
let the blood flow into fingertips, feel the dying disappear brace yourself in life and living... give to those, worthy of giving.
leave the rest to wishes and breathe blow the dust of emptiness
I wish that it would disappear.