12/05/2019

To be bare and completely
vulnerable—that’s the best part.
It's 12pm and here I am watching you sleep;
I trace my fingers on your skin as I try to memorize parts of you and connecting them as if I were to align them with mine.
I try to synchronize my breathing with yours while I brush my lips on yours in the process.
I try to look at you a bit more and thought about the people who broke your heart and how they made it bleed. I thought about the people who broke mine too.
I thought about how high we’ve built our walls and how each brick of broken promises pave the way to our being to believe a certain way.
I thought about how it wasn’t their fault just like how it wasn’t in our stars. They were predetermined eras in our life and not just a collection of random chaos because it allowed us to stumble into each other under a series of small coincidences.

—e.e