Would it matter now
that I still listen to your favorite song
and feel you sitting here with me?
Thank you for letting me know that I could still fall,
that I could still smile at the simplest things— like good morning and good night texts
or stupid selfies and corny jokes
And while it didn't work out between with us,
now I know my heart could still fall and flutter and love
And maybe one day, it will again
You, a free flow
Calm as the sea when the sun shines,
and as ferocious on a stormy day
You need not a savior to reach the shore
nor you need a boat to keep afloat
Once, he might have been the drop of water
you desperately needed in the middle of a desert
Or the sprinkle in summer
that you've waited for in the scorching sun
But you must remember,
he is not your salvation, not your reservoir
no one is better equipped to ease the raging rainfall than you
to end the drought in hope of spring
It is in learning to calm your own storms
That you won’t find yourself drowning when he leaves
My city boy, have you found your city girl yet?
Might be too late but I was hoping we could make it
With the city lights and the parties that never seem to go down,
Thought ‘no, we are too different to be meant to be’
My city boy, how have you been?
Might be a long while now but it’s you I have been missing
With the smoke up in the air, and the cold wind blowing
Thought ‘hey, maybe we should’ve tried harder’
My city boy, you’ve always been
meant for a different thing, I guess
And here I’d stay, with my music and wide-eyed gaze and the quiet
Suburban girl, that’s what I’d always be
And you, my city boy, was not meant for me
You need not to win the race
as long as you keep running
It's alright to not be at the top
for you have never stopped climbing
Set your own pace
for you are the master of your own race
It's alright if the only thing you could do for now
is to just keep breathing
It's enough to know you're still fighting
For now, just breathe
We'll figure out the rest later
You spent a lifetime looking for the flame
to be consumed
to feel the warmth
Didn't you know by now?
you need not anyone to combust
the flame is yours
the warmth is yours
All this time,
you've been the fire
Please don’t be temporary.
I’ve had enough of good morning messages that felt like they took only seconds in cycle, of “take care” that lasted only a few days.
I’ve had enough of “I’ll always be here” and “let me take care of you.”
In the end they all left.
In the end, they were all only temporary.
I was their temporary, just a fleeting thought, never a composed one; just a little chat bubble they can choose to ignore or answer.
Soon enough, I’m the girl you only remember when a certain song plays in the car or when a movie plays in TV.
Truth be told, it’s sad to think that whenever another goodbye approaches, I find myself saying, “It’s alright, I’m used to it anyway.”
I never was.
So please, don’t be temporary.
And if you plan to be, at least warn me.