if you were a city, you’d be like Paris
a beautiful ray of lights,
with its own captivating mind

oh Paris...

you can’t describe Paris
unless you have wandered around the streets
under its rainy night

you can’t describe Paris
until you walked in a sunny park,
felt the gentle touch of the breeze upon your face
while stroking your hair

you can’t describe Paris
if you haven’t felt the atmosphere at Les Quais de Seine,
Friday night after a hard week at work

you can’t even begin to describe Paris
because it should not be described,
it should be felt

just like i can’t begin to describe
how empty my life would be
without you

this time, i learned that healing is messy,
it comes in waves
there are times that it was scary,
other times it was just plain easy
on days i would drown
other days i’d simply just float
but it’s not hopeless, nor is a myth

it’s always gonna be insane, and i still love insane

and it was just ******* honesty
that i begged you to give,
but you never could

what if there's a place out there somewhere, where i can lay my head on your chest and we would be smiling happily while watching the sun sets
or where we can dance our heart out in your living room, with that corny playlist of yours 'til we out of breath
or a place where we can stroll around the town at midnight, walking side by side while our hands interlock

what if there's a place out there somewhere for us to fall in love?

all of these love quotes,
sunsets,
love songs,
poison drinks,
midnight writings,

it's no longer your face i'm picturing
it's his;
and i don't know if it is any better

it's been a while
your cuts, they don't bleed anymore
but,
as thick as my skin now is
looking at you wearing someone else's smile still ***** me up

i know what it feels like to constantly need to be on the move
but something that i still struggle the most is,
how to not feel home-less in the process