she was his dream.
he was her wish.
"What did you wish for?" he asked her, noticing how she closed her eyes upon noticing a falling star.
"You" she replied. "I wished for you"
He chuckled and leaned on her as he whispered. "Do you want to know my dream?"
She nodded. "You" he softly said, burying his face in her shoulder as he hugged her. "You are my dream"
he was my happy pill,
my sad, happy pill
who found both bliss
in someone who
broke him in ways
I couldn't mend.
"It's yours" she admitted, sighing, as she tried to cover the object she held in her hands. "You shouldn't see it"
"Why not?" he asked.
She looked away, a tear falling from her eye. "I can't fix it. It's too broken"
"You don't have to fix me" he reminded her, a sad smile on his lips.
She shook her head. "She broke you deeper than I thought"
In a folded sheet of paper, thoughts dwell,
Staining it's blankness with bits of farewell,
Trapping it's composer's soul within it's edges,
A candle lit, once set aflameㅡ a lost soul, forgotten pledges.
he said he loved you,
he needed you,
but not anymore.
"I love you" he said.
She smiled and shook her head slowly. "You loved me" she corrected.
it must have been hard for her-- letting go because she was afraid to hold on.
it must have been hard for him-- holding on because he was afraid to let go.
and in the end,
they faded, too broken to mend
after years of darkness,
in the dying silence,
for that was all they wereㅡ
stars who lost their fire.
"Make a wish upon a falling star," she said, pointing to the streaks in the night sky as the wind kissed her cheek. She did not wait for his answer. "A dead, falling star"
she waited for him
he waited for her
but neither knew
until they fell apart.
and I think it's tragic
until the end has come.
- a farewell letter