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we once walked together,
through the red arches.
we giggled from the fumes,
created by our chemistry.
the tension between us,
the good kind of tension.
we sipped liquid gold together,
as you observed my every move,
analyzing the way i reacted to the way
you said things.
don't think that i didn't notice.
your subtle gestures of chivalry,
earned you brownie points,
though, you were sweet enough that
you didn't need them.
the last time i saw you,
the moment i bid you goodbye,
was as i passed underneath those
****** arches,
as if the arches were the threshold
of my lucid dreams.
it's the complete opposite of sweater weather,
and for once,
i'm enjoying it.
feeling the hot sand between my toes,
the contrast of the cool waves lapping at my body
as i soak up the sun before i get in,
the all too familiar smell of sunscreen,
that lingers all the way home till i shower off the salt
that formed onto my skin.
the routine that i get into,
clears my head,
making me relish the remaining time i have of it:
the sweet smile of the waitresses once i order my coffee,
already making more plans even when i'm out of the house,
posting pictures of how great i look
without the crippling pressure of school
that weighs down my shoulders.
truly, i don't know how i manage,
when the time eventually rolls around to wear sweaters
cleary here isn't where i wanna be
let's fast forward time
so that i could have more of an idea
of what i'm supposed to accomplish
who i'm supposed to meet
what i need to go through
to truly reap what i sow
grab my shoulders and shake
maybe that'll help for the time being
but i guess for now
i'll feel the entropy violently increase
as each minute goes by
half these lines were thanks to the arctic monkeys, so thank you.
there might be a fire in the distance
it's a lingering fear
that it'll come near here
thought, it's inevitable

just like my fear of the flames
that will sear my skin
and fill my lungs with smoke
i'm afraid of the fire
that you'll rekindle
in the depths of my soul
it seems as if it was only yesterday
that it was my first day of kindergarten
i dont remember what i wore
or what i had for breakfast
or who i sat next to in class
though i do remember
how my date stood me up at prom
or that time i snuck out with my friends
to drink *****
amd explore the forest with strangers
alone in the dark
just as how the years have gone by
and i cant remember with immense detail
what happened in kindergarten
soon the things that matter to me now
might not mean the same
in a couple of years time
it's funny how time
can shift the series of events in your life
one night
a year ago
im sitting in your room
you're up in the clouds
and i'm listening to you
down on earth

we haven't spoken since i left
the foreign land
in which you reside in

you're back home
and you'd like to meet
of course
even though you broke my heart
without knowing
roughly a year ago
we decided to sit over coffee
and i think it was
my best decision
in a long time
the ethereal beauty of contrast;
the looming thunder clouds
against the rustic columns of the Acropolis
i've been wandering for a while now
weaving in between the olive trees
walking amidst the maze of houses that surround the mass of people
i search for my lover,
whom i do not know,
every corner i turn i look for him.
and i'll keep turning every corner,
hoping he'll gift me a wreath,
and walk up with me to overlook our beautiful city together,
for better or for worse,
for all eternity.
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