the truth
that nobody bothered
to tell you
ever since
your eyes
were opened,
your heart
started beating
towards another
person,
another missing soul
that you
deeply craved,
was that
you never really
stop loving someone.

it was him
in particular.
he made you
feel like
you belonged
in the warm
rose garden,
as if you lied there
with your heart out,
because it was his
for taking
somehow.

he made you
stop wishing
because apparently,
he was the one wish
you muttered
when a shooting star
would come by
in the night sky
as you peeked
in your window
when you were seven.

you hated to see
him like this,
and he hated, too.
the promise
you had for each other,
was nothing but
another piece of
crumpled thought.
you wanted to fight,
but he stopped the battle
already.

he will always
be there.
maybe you're bound
to cross
different roads,
to fly
different planes,
or to ride
different trips.
but that doesn't mean
the love will be absent.
it will just sit there.
but no one
will make it move,
at least anymore.