May 2017
it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning.
like how your stomach wouldn't hurt anymore for laughing at the same joke you've heard for the nth time.
like how you won't fall again for that old magic trick you used to be amazed at when you were a kid.
like how you open the fridge and not be curious if the light in it would still light up even when you close it.
like how you would no longer hold your gaze on the airplane flying by.
like how you grunt "it's rush hour again",
like how you wake up on Monday mornings with that long-lost excitement,
like how you say "good morning" in the hallway and do not really mean it,
like how mistakes are no longer mistakes but a usual occurrence every day,
like how sorry is just a sorry to your ears.
but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time.
like how I say you’re big… and cute, also.
like how I adore the mole under your left eye,
like how I want to run my fingertips through your hair,
like how I don’t mind the gap between your teeth,
like how I could just stare at you the whole day and I could still say that it is one of the best days of my life,
like how I find bliss with the comfortable silence between us,
like how I write different poems but it is sort of one single poem ‘cause it’s all about you and how I fall for every little thing about you,
like how I enjoy the backseat with you,
like how my fingers would tremble at the touch of your hand,
like how I want and need the warmth of your skin against mine--
your lips on mine.
like how I say I love you at almost every end of my sentences,
contradicted my once belief that I am not that type of person for I don’t want to lose the essence of confessing love.
but it is you-- You deserved to be loved every minute of your life.
it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning…
but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time.
like how I love you. Like the first time. I love you over and over again.
like how your stomach wouldn't hurt anymore for laughing at the same joke you've heard for the nth time.
like how you won't fall again for that old magic trick you used to be amazed at when you were a kid.
like how you open the fridge and not be curious if the light in it would still light up even when you close it.
like how you would no longer hold your gaze on the airplane flying by.
like how you grunt "it's rush hour again",
like how you wake up on Monday mornings with that long-lost excitement,
like how you say "good morning" in the hallway and do not really mean it,
like how mistakes are no longer mistakes but a usual occurrence every day,
like how sorry is just a sorry to your ears.
but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time.
like how I say you’re big… and cute, also.
like how I adore the mole under your left eye,
like how I want to run my fingertips through your hair,
like how I don’t mind the gap between your teeth,
like how I could just stare at you the whole day and I could still say that it is one of the best days of my life,
like how I find bliss with the comfortable silence between us,
like how I write different poems but it is sort of one single poem ‘cause it’s all about you and how I fall for every little thing about you,
like how I enjoy the backseat with you,
like how my fingers would tremble at the touch of your hand,
like how I want and need the warmth of your skin against mine--
your lips on mine.
like how I say I love you at almost every end of my sentences,
contradicted my once belief that I am not that type of person for I don’t want to lose the essence of confessing love.
but it is you-- You deserved to be loved every minute of your life.
it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning…
but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time.
like how I love you. Like the first time. I love you over and over again.
