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Sep 2018
It doesn't matter if it ends,it barely does if  it does so in pieces. As how one would pour vinegar on self-inflicted wounds,whatever end —no matter how loud or painful,the kind that thuds in your ears, shatters into your ribcage— this would meet is to be hushed down. At least it ended with us . At least I was able to see how you looked like when the sunlight shifted in your room,kissing your features the way I would. It's comforting to know that despite it all,I had the opportunity to touch you; all skin, human warmth,and beating wonder beneath my palms, all soul-fed hungers of the flesh,of the heart, of the mind sated by mere existence of I and all the parts that make me so. Even if I melt into nothing, limbs numb from too much running, it's alright as long as I can remind myself that you were there with me,that for every aching minute I had been desperate for release from the abyss you were there,ensuring me that nothing bad will happen if I just carry on, if I don't look back. If I don't look back. Being the stubborn piece of crap I am,you know I still would,I always would no matter how far I may have come, no matter how little you may seem to be on the horizon that greets me from wherever I am. I'll keep running for it is what I'm equipped to do—not fight or endure or build or destroy just run. Despite this, I'll always look back, I'll always gaze where our sun had set,where we met the end as if it was our fate,I'll always relive every moment that comes back in flashes, I'll always feel you pulsing with life beside me,with fingertips meeting mine in a tight embrace, breathy laughs through sunset smiles, promises in hushed tones, apologies recited as prayers under the covers.Death will come to claim, reality will collect its dues but their moment will be nothing but hazy memories for all I'll keep is you,us,how we were bright, burning,golden. You are all my sunrises. The Sun will never set despite how much the end comes because I had you and you had me. And that's all that will ever matter. That's how I'll remember it. I had you. I have you.
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marianne
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marianne  21/F/Philippines
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