It's 3 am and I'm breaking down because I remember you told me I was everything you love in this world.
Tell me, when did I stop being that everything?
We should have never found our way back that we remained lost, holding each other's hand and laughing in which way to go.
**That night should have stayed young.
That moment should have been infinte. That us should have never ended.
QUEEN of wishful thinking. Replaying a moment forever lost.
I kiss his soft and trembling edges,
and the moans that escaped him
how hard I tried to catch it with my lips.
The Universe conspired to bring us together and break us apart when we thought we're meant to be.
I've been neglecting words ever since he left me, because even I used every word I could say, still I couldn't make him *stay.
I think he wants me to speak another language to be sufficient in the begging department. *sigh*
There's this spark, a gentle flame,
a candle of hope warming my inside
with the thought of you returning home.
Presumptuous I am indeed, to consider myself a home for him.
That's the thing with memories,
they're not made
to be forgotten,
but to be remembered.
I wish I could forget everything.