I'm hang over you,
A little more time,
I'd have been head over heels,
I don't regret it,
But I'm at the hardest part,
Highest of the peaks,
My heart fills with joy and pain,
I’ve tried so hard,
Not to hate you,
Because hate fuels a reason,
To let go.
But I don't,
Fond memories haunt me,
And I love every bit of them,
The simple smile that creeps in,
When something or someone,
Reminds me of you.

I'm at the peak of letting go.
I think I'm stuck here.
I don't know how to go down.
Don’t know how to move on.

whenever you kiss my forehead
that adorable half-smirk
stroking my hair
your snicker (you know what i'm talking about)
the comfort of sitting in silence
you tolerate my love of books
how your stubble feels against my skin
walking together, hand in hand
i can't figure your eye color
you make my heart sing
all the nicknames you have for me
you're willing to work out the kinks in our relationship
stroking my face
'grabbing' my nose to make me laugh
whenever i catch you staring at me
you'll buy me books
talking about the future, our future
you help me with dishes, without a complaint
when you play with my hair
your fingers twitch as you drift off
always being so understanding about everything
brushing my hair out of my face
you pause your video games to talk with me
every time i hear your voice on the phone, i smile like an idiot
drying my tear-stained cheeks with your fingers
you want to talk about anything and everything
"duh"
always caring about my well-being
you see my perspective and i see yours
hugging for a long time
you want to go to church with me
knowing exactly what to say (most of the time)
you keep spoiling me, even though you joke
snuggling together
your mouth twitches before you kiss me
that soft smile you get from time to time
you've never treated me as an object
making me feeling safe and secure
whenever you compliment me
you take naps on me
letting me rest for a few minutes
you don't make sexist jokes

look how far we've come, my love
       and how far we have to go

We need to talk Cupid,
Have a heartfelt one on one .

I wanna be grateful,
The Love I’ve ever had,
The Love I’ve ever Known and  shared,
Oh how I’ve loved,
I go all in ,
I fall quick and get over it slow.

Cupid,
I'm grateful
But it's enough don't you think?
The patches and cracks on my heart are enough,
The pain I’ve felt oh so many times,
Don't you think?

The cycle of joy, passion, hope,
Then self-doubt from rejection
That I never saw coming,
Ending with rebuilt self-esteem.

How many times Cupid,
Has that happened?
Maybe 30, maybe more?
It's enough don’t you think?

I can't be the in-between person anymore,
While they end up leaving me ,
To go find the right one,
I can't keep at that love cycle,
Tell me what you want from me ?
Tell me why?

I'd hate to think,
You enjoy me being broken down,
I'd hate to think ,
You find pleasure in my pain,
Even if you do.
It's enough Cupid,
Don't you think?

I gave it my all you know.
I realize now
Good Memories
Can haunt you just as bad
As the bad ones

I remember the good
It feels like I’m falling in love with you
All over again

Yet I know
I won't see you again.
My heart still keeps waiting for you
A message or a call
Maybe you'll just show up at my door

I still choose the good memories
I'd much rather be in love with the ghost of you
Than not at all.

My reaction,
Has always been bitterness,
Anger and frustration
From the feeling of being neglected,
Resented and rejected.

It's tiresome though
Turns me in to insecure, bitter person
Today I choose a different reaction
I choose to keep love,
To be grateful for love
For the precious moments we shared
The care and love we had
Even though brief.

I choose to remember
How you looked at me,
Called me beautiful,
Showed me off,
Held my hand,
Kissed me, tirelessly,
Hungrily.

I choice to remember
The touch of your hand,
The feel of your skin against mine,
The smile,
The company,
The intelligent conversations.

I choose to remember
Your kind charming self,
The joy I’d feel,
Every time I was with you.
This time,
I choose to love.
I choose the good memories.

Good Memories,
Some are fluke incidences.
Best of moments
Shared between two souls
Never meant to be repeated,
Overwritten nor forgotten.

Memories meant to last,
Reminding us
Life is better when shared,
When loved back or cared for
Even if,
It's just for a moment

Hang on to the memories
Let go of all the rest.