I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

When I come to think about life,
I couldn't help but to notice that I was really different back then.
There were nights when I thought I don't know who I am anymore,
and I remember I changed for the better in the most beautiful way possible.

Life is short, as they always said,
but for me there's no life without the people who really matters.
For things have its own rightful places,
and I believe my direction will always lead me back to you.

We are expected to do great things
To save the world
Even when our own lungs
Heave though each breath
Like they're ******* in water
Instead of air

Know this
Sometimes it is enough
To close your eyes each night
And simply say
You made it through the day
Alive again.