the scent of perfume that still lingers on me
heavy and pungent, yet loving and caring.
the roses i gave to you on that monday morning,
a reminder, everlasting and pure.

remember it once, twice, maybe a third,
but don't forget

the roses that wilted I replaced anew,
life that brought contours to your smile.
the constant reminders of safety:
did you get home?

remember these little gifts
i had given even when saddened or tired.

the will to stay even as you push me away,
painful, but love nonetheless.
the promise i held "you, just you
did i write infatuation with my heart."

remember the gift:
don't forget my love.

You said we don't work,
and thought that I never cared
But I'd showed you my love everyday,
a love I had daily declared
It was hidden in the "did you get home safe"
I constantly asked of you
Or the way I stared at your eyes
counting them one by one, a pair of two
The way I would proudly state
"You are a mystery to me, I can't read you"
and I would laugh at that thought
as you left me feeling blue
But nothing more apparent,
than the way I said "I miss you"
and how I would wait for you to call,
to hear the words, "I missed you too"

i remember that sunset drive.
cascades of light that folded in between our hands.
and i watched you close your hands against mine.
i watched the light between our hands fade — into nothing.
pulling back was the only course i took to save us,
but you will never know that, will you?
it was on that drive did I realize...
love is such a jading feeling.

it was, as it is
like before and after
I forgot and remembered
all these big, yet little things
that we call emotions.
which made up who we were
and the lost wishes we hold
as we spiral out
— of control.
I remembered, I did...
love you most

i fought in silence,
to hold back the tears that swelled in my eye.
i fought the silence,
hoping that these tears will soon dry.

because no matter what you do,
i fight me, to keep these memories of you.

i'm not waiting for you

instead, i am counting the seconds, minutes, and hours
that we are apart from one another.

and to each measurement of time,
i will recount...
the seconds that i love you
the minutes that i miss you
and the hours where i stay, hopeful

just you, only you
can make the
rhythms of
my heart, swoon

only you
will ever captivate
the entirety of
my eyes

only you
do I write
infatuation with
my heart

only you
will I see,
this world of
You and Me