You chose to be alone for now,
And that is okay.
You decided to remove yourself from the question.
You’ve chosen to push me away.
But I can't stop loving you...
I will survive, even if the sky loses its colors and the ocean its waves.
I will survive if the warmth never touches me again,
If my June turns into May,
Even if your touch on me never rains.
I bleed in verses.
I **** parts of my soul.
I hurt what I cared for the most.
...
Do you still read my poems in the morning, even when we don’t talk?
Do you still wonder if I dreamed about you at night?
Do you miss when we used to smile, looking into each other's eyes?
In your decision to be alone—do you miss us?
And if you do...
I’m here—to love, to kiss, to burn, to be.
We are yet to conquer, to travel, to see.
Soulmates—to envy, to become, to grow, to build a family tree.
Lovers of old—to achieve, to help... meant to be.