Apr 2020
I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
(And now I'm back at it again)
During one hazy road trip, that one night way past ten
Even though I don't remember where or when
I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then
When I close my eyes, I see you walking ahead
With your open hands inviting mine as you led
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
Your presence felt like that of a thousand men
When I feel safe in your arms when my tears have been shed
(And now Iām back at it again)
Even when you leave the words "I love you" unsaid
I feel it when you **** me thoroughly in bed
I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then
You kiss your fist before it meets my cheek in counts of ten
Where flowers would bloom in violet blue and red
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
There were nights I'd pray to god as I said
"Please, let him be the last one, amen"
(And now Iām back at it again)
I close my eyes; I see you walking away as you fled
Mouthing me words that made my world drop dead
I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then
I open my eyes; I cried and teared and pled
But you didn't look back even with my legs spread
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
Tried forgetting you but I loved you more instead
I thought I'm already done making you stay inside my head
ā(And now Iām back at it again)
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
(And now I'm back at it again)
During one hazy road trip, that one night way past ten
Even though I don't remember where or when
I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then
When I close my eyes, I see you walking ahead
With your open hands inviting mine as you led
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
Your presence felt like that of a thousand men
When I feel safe in your arms when my tears have been shed
(And now Iām back at it again)
Even when you leave the words "I love you" unsaid
I feel it when you **** me thoroughly in bed
I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then
You kiss your fist before it meets my cheek in counts of ten
Where flowers would bloom in violet blue and red
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
There were nights I'd pray to god as I said
"Please, let him be the last one, amen"
(And now Iām back at it again)
I close my eyes; I see you walking away as you fled
Mouthing me words that made my world drop dead
I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then
I open my eyes; I cried and teared and pled
But you didn't look back even with my legs spread
So I write this love song with my paper and pen
Tried forgetting you but I loved you more instead
I thought I'm already done making you stay inside my head
ā(And now Iām back at it again)
Day 12 of #NaPoWriMo 2020. It's been two days since I wrote something. I've been having relapses, but I finally wrote something. It's crazy how you can feel like you're being so accomplished and productive in your manic episodes and then feel like drowning and dying, not skipping a beat when you're having a depressive one. And this piece is a reflection of my past---as one of my friends said. It's me, pouring it off my chest.
