Once there was a tale, told by a pink
sweater.
The one you left in my car on our first date.
The one you wore when our lips combined for the first time and i took it off your body.
The one that scented with your perfume, my favourite scent.
The one you wore when you fell asleep while watching movies in my apartment, and you snored softly and i thought it was the most angelic sound i’ve ever heard.
The sweater told me all the stories when i was with you.
Was, not am.
Because now i’m here, but there’s no you around.
I live my days backward.

To you who don’t even notice,
Listen to me just this time. I have some words to you who sit in the corner without noticing me looking at you. Distance is my best friend, because it’s the safest spot to see your smile. But, also it could be my enemy, because distance prevents me from hearing your laugh.  To you, who (i hope) notice, please return my smile when we’re passing by. The simplest smile you give, the faster my heart beats.

When the sun sets and the city dies, my memories of you come alive like a rainbow sparkling after the rain.
All memories take me to a time when we were together.
I’m longing for a person to come home, a love to be desired, a pain to be cured.

I see something red, as red as a rose.
Blooming on my wrist and suddenly all around me becomes pitch black.
My dad once told me to reach for the sky, he didn’t know how short i was.
My mom told me to find true love, she didn’t know that love was never true.
They laugh at me, society i mean.
They’re laughing behind their opera mask, in a play of my long last misery.
Red was never my favorite color, yet i’m wearing a red dress now.
Not a satin, too ugly to be a satin.
Red was never my favorite color.
But from today, with no tomorrow, i sleep in red.