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Alya Adzkia Sep 2018
I never knew
that the sound of those raindrops
on my window
the scent of wet soil
after rain
the melodies of these songs
on my spotify playlist
could remind me of you

remind me of the sound of
your lovely laughter
remind me of the scent of
your sweet perfume
remind me of the sound of
your sleepy voice

— I never knew
that missing you
could be this tough.
tu me manques.
Alya Adzkia Aug 2018
nothing lasts forever, they said.
it saddens me, really.
knowing that we also won't last forever, will we?

but right here and right now,
I still can feel the warmth of your arms around my shoulder, sniffing the sweet smell of your perfume
I still can feel the soft gaze of your eyes staring at mine, trying to dive into the ocean of your eyes
I still can feel the gentle touch of your fingertips dancing on my cheeks, making my heart flutter to the seventh sky
I still can feel the taste of being yours, and you're being mine,

I won't give up on us.


— you hear me?
I said I won't give up.
reality never seemed better. don't give up on us.
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
I chose to be your friend
but you made a mistake
for staring at my eyes a little bit too long
soaked my soul into the ocean of yours

I chose to be your friend
but you made a mistake
for touching me without using your hands
pulled my soul into the embrace of yours

I chose to be your friend
but I made a mistake
for not being able to control falling into you.

— and I haven't done falling.
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
"are you really in love with me?"

"of course, I really really love you, babe."

then, why doesn't it seem like you do?

because no—not really. you're just in love with the way I always make you feel. like you're the Sirius among my constellation of stars.
because you are.

you just.. you just love my words. you love the way I pour my feelings for you through my poems. you love the way I arrange words and phrases to cheer you up on your hard times. you love the way I appreciate everything you do.

you love the fact that you're special to someone—to me. but you neither give me a feedback nor treat me the way I treat you because you know that I'll always be there for you, whatever it takes.


— of course you are my Sirius,
but darling you're shining too bright,
and I'm burned.
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
your words have always been as sweet as honey drips from an odd tea in the cold morning.

your actions have always been as kind as the sunflower's patient longing for the sun to absorb its light and attention.

your stare has always been as soft as a rainbow at the edge of the white cloud in the deep blue sky.

your touch has always been as gentle as the wind blows horizontally leaving my skin trembled.

your love has always been as beautiful as a remembered single line in a perfect poetry.


— but I didn't know,
your secrets also have always been as bitter as gall.
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
there was an iceberg
inside my cracked-soul

you walk in
in case to warm me up

but you forgot
I was an ice;
I could melt

and you don't like me
because
I melted too much
that I became a fire

too hot
you're afraid that
I will burn your soul

— I love you, why would I?
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
you asked me
to understand
while I'm here
staring at blanks
craving answers
for questions
in my head.

and you're not going
to answer
because
you neither understand
nor tried to.

— you've changed,
so I had to change too,
that it could be fair.
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