You looked me in the eye
With the same smile you gave me
A long time ago.
You let me order your coffee for you
I knew which one
It's still the same
From a long time ago.
I laughed about the jokes you told me
You laughed at how unfunny
Mine were
And you playfully hit me
I frowned, you laughed,
I laughed, you laughed again
And said sorry
Just like you did
A long time ago.
The worst of it all
Was that when your hand
Accidentally brushed mine
I shivered
Just like I did
A long long time ago.
-- Eleanor
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
it took a second for titanic to hit an iceberg
it took 24 hours to sum up your day
it will take a few minutes to make your caramel macchiato drink
it will take you a second or two to finish up your lightened cigarette
and it will only take a minute to brighten up someone else's day
but how long will it take me to accept the fact that you're no longer mine....
maybe in days, weeks, months or a year
I don't know....
but i know in time, I will
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
I remember they once told me that
music is the best time capsule
It's where people keep their secrets and feelings;
of their insecurities, their mistakes, their sadness, their first cut,
and even the wounds and bruises that invisible to the eye
It's where people let their wildest dreams alive;
of the one they can never reach, the one that will never come back, the one that got away without proper farewell
It's where people store their most sacred memories;
of their first kisses, their first love, their first dance, their first bucket of roses, their first heartbreak
So they were right after all,
Music is dangerous, yet addicting; it can either tear you apart or put the pieces back altogether, it depends on what kind of ghosts living inside the interlude
Thus, be careful who you listen the music with
some melody is louder than the others
**
Today I played the music box you gave me on my seventeenth birthday
How odd it is to realize that music sometimes can be a time machine, how every strings and clinks bring me back to you—towards you
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
The doctor came in
Clipboard and lab coat
The diagnosis clear
Clinical optimism
I thank him
I smile as I leave
I hear birdsong
I take the prescription
You don't understand
You people all cry and sob
You people are who I want to join
You make me change
It takes time but eventually the birdsong disappears for everyone.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
We know you want to try ***
You're young and you want to try everything.
DON'T DO ***
Cuddling is a gateway drug.
They'll start you on a hug and move you on to something stronger.
Do you think eye contact is cool? Cos it's not.
If all the cool kids were talking would you talk too?
Why not stay inside?
It's safe. You won't suffer from intimacy or relationships there.
You should keep your head down in your phone.
Your phone will most likely not want to have *** with you.
Your curtains will most likely not want to have *** with you.
Your bed will most likely not want to have *** with you.
Stay inside. Die alone.
DON'T DO ***
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC