1:27 poem is moving

Nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
is more important
than
the peace in me.

I created it myself.
No human, no art piece nor situation is accountable for that.

First time
it's just me.

127 times

You let me in
and then push me away

I let you close
and then push you away

and if the pattern turns our unreliable
then we will always be
pushing
away

first you, then me

never letting us release
into each other arms.

127 points to the sunrise

There was this tension
that you can feel
and might even see
between the sunrise and the sea
between my thoughts and the things I said out loud

but nobody wanted to spill the secrets

and all I could think was
I can't be the only one
experiencing this.

Bye 2019

Year of losses.

and

Year of learning
to
choose my battles.

Year of grief.

and

Year of finally
completely
almost
completely
healing.

Year of me.

127% adoring you

I'm guarding your back

and standing next to you
when you need support

protecting your steps
ahead.

Don't ask why.
It just seems the right thing
to do.

Magic of the dawn

Am I slowly saying goodbye to 1:27? 

Some people have the magical power
to get skin deep
by just looking at you

you have the magical power
to
make me doubt

about what I feel
and who I want
and what I need.

You have the magical power to make me
choose you.

Future for 127 years and more

Stop romanticising pain
and confusion
and start
running into my arms.

I will hold your
future.