it took only
one message
for the memories
to come back

only then
that I realized
the feelings
never really left

i hate endings.
i'm not a lover of beginnings either,
but the story
the stuff in between?
it grabs me so hard, and shakes me by the
shoulders sometimes.

i'm thankful for our in between.
even if the ending is tearing me
to shreds.
even if the clumsiness of our beginning still
runs miles through my head

scene/after/scene/after/poem/after-
(YOU CAN RIP MY HEART OUT, I STILL LOVE YOU)


*i'll be that girl who always waits for the sequel- no matter how long it takes for it to come. i promised you always, i promised you...

And I often think
Love would've been ashamed
Of what we'd labeled it.

I like this version of us,
where we let our guards down.

your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

Everlasting madness,
distinctive chaos,
yet I still crave you more.