my conscience is blinded
by the sweet taste of nostalgia
and now all i can recall is
how alive,
how exuberant you made me feel,
instead of the ****** you bestowed
to my soul,
absentmindedly,
without a doubt.
— t.a.
02/14/18
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
What do you do when you miss someone you’re not supposed to miss?
When the feeling often suffocates you and stirs up your insides,
When your conscience seems to be blindfolded by the undying need of a second chance
When the flashes of memories came back all at once,
as you find yourself so eager to reach them
Although you know deep in your heart
that he’s not coming back,
not even a thought of it
ever crossed his mind,
in his vast, busy life,
and in no way affected by your absence
You are fully aware
that he broke you.
He’s the faulty one.
But you also realize that
deep inside,
you would wholeheartedly give him
a second chance,
wrapped in a heart shaped box,
with knotted bows,
and a message,
an ode,
for him to come back
in your arms.
— t.a.
12/31/17, 1:58am
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
i love it when it rains,
when it pours,
calming what pains,
the scatter of our devours
releasing what remains,
reminiscing what was once ours
it is such a soothing,
calming feeling,
to know that my tears
aren't the only one
falling,
flowing.
flashes,
crashes,
the remaining of our memories,
the haunting melody of our lullabies,
all gone,
all done.
goodbye, big-hearted ego.
just let it all go.
see you, long lost love.
you’ll always be kept in my trove.
farewell, my lover.
it’s all over.
(rhyme, chime; t.a.)
10/28/17
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC