How I wish to be born as one of his tears—
So I could travel down his cheek,
And die on his lips.

I'd still smile fondly, looking at you;
Knowing the future having us will never be true.

I always liked storms
so I chased after you, and
danced under your rain

I chase you like a dog,
relentless, unwavering,
with legs that tire
but never stop,

fueled by a never-ending desire
to be loved.

My eyes see past your soul,
piercing the depths of your being,

I've become a secondary character
in my own movie,
obsessing over your every move,
every breath.

You're the director,
and I want to be a star,

but alas, I'm just a pawn
on the board,
my heart beating to the rhythm
of your name,

a prisoner of my own passion.

Teen fever and dreamy reminiscence;
With our memories limited to polaroidan evidence

three steps backwards to propel us forward.
make acquaintances to the people
we grew up to be.

once lovers, now strangers
entangled in history,
retrace the path

follow the road of compassion
back to the beginning,
to find the future of us.