On times like this
He was the one
Who used to hold
Your hand amid
The busy streets
He was the one
Who touched you like
A cup of tea
Pressed on your skin
When times got rough
He cuddled with you
As the rain dropped
On your window pane
While you listened to vinyls
On repeat
He used to write you poems
On benches at parks
As he stared at your eyes
And watched people come and go
Someday, he said
I can’t love you anymore
You thought he was joking
But the bitter truth
Was that- he was not
You fell for him more
As the day passed
You soon realized
That you loved him
More than ever
On nights that felt
Like no one is awake
You let your souls out
While dancing along
Silly pop songs
He used to carry your bags
So you can shop
And bought you roses
When you overthink
A lot
He would come over
For he was used to
Being awake at 3am
To listen to all
That bothers you
14th of February
He took you out on a
Fun fair and made you
Laugh as if he
Had already stole your heart
He was sweet
You were quirky
In that sudden moment
Everything was
So beautiful
It was until you lost him
You never learned
How sad
It is walking
Down the road
All alone
You never learned
How it is to keep
All your problems
To yourself
With no one to listen
You’d bring out
The poems he
Had written you
Realizing how much he
Has loved you
As you sit beside his grave
Like any other Saturday
Talking to him
As if he was still alive
Where nights like this
You would like to
Sleep in his arms
Listening to the beat
Of his heart
But the pain is still there
Knowing that even if he
Knew he was dying
He still kept
On loving you
Because you'd rather
Watch sunsets
With him
Than mourning
For his death
-j.t
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
On times like this
He was the one
Who used to hold
Your hand amid
The busy streets
He was the one
Who touched you like
A cup of tea
Pressed on your skin
When times got rough
He cuddled with you
As the rain dropped
On your window pane
While you listened to vinyls
On repeat
He used to write you poems
On benches at parks
As he stared at your eyes
And watched people come and go
Someday, he said
I can’t love you anymore
You thought he was joking
But the bitter truth
Was that- he was not
You fell for him more
As the day passed
You soon realized
That you loved him
More than ever
On nights that felt
Like no one is awake
You let your souls out
While dancing along
Silly pop songs
He used to carry your bags
So you can shop
And bought you roses
When you overthink
A lot
He would come over
For he was used to
Being awake at 3am
To listen to all
That bothers you
14th of February
He took you out on a
Fun fair and made you
Laugh as if he
Had already stole your heart
He was sweet
You were quirky
In that sudden moment
Everything was
So beautiful
It was until you lost him
You never learned
How sad
It is walking
Down the road
All alone
You never learned
How it is to keep
All your problems
To yourself
With no one to listen
You’d bring out
The poems he
Had written you
Realizing how much he
Has loved you
As you sit beside his grave
Like any other Saturday
Talking to him
As if he was still alive
Where nights like this
You would like to
Sleep in his arms
Listening to the beat
Of his heart
But the pain is still there
Knowing that even if he
Knew he was dying
He still kept
On loving you
Because you'd rather
Watch sunsets
With him
Than mourning
For his death
-j.t
