Memories are stories we tell ourselves in our minds,
But I am not a good story-teller, and neither is time.
It is after midnight and I may soon forget
All these thoughts and tonight's regrets.
But this was different, I let you in my head,
Risked scaring you away with what I could've said.
I know I get names and faces wrong,
And forget the lyrics to my favorite songs,
But among the temporary you're one of the few in my life's cast
The few that I pray, would always last.
I easily forget and let memories slip away,
Occupied with thoughts of tomorrow and not of today.
But I am trying to tell myself a story now,
Writing a piece of history, not knowing how it'll sound.
A story I want to keep, about someone I'd like to remember,
For a very very long time, if not, forever.

I remembered the first time we met.
You're wearing your army shirt.
You were holding your phone,
As i walk to you,
You held my waist as we came up the stairs.
And there i knew,
That you will never stay.

I still remember how you eat
The food i bought.
It's like you didn't ate for days.
How you gulp big ounces of water
And told me that water is important.

I still remember you
When i watch the film you love.
The story of a boy, left a girl
And had another chance to love again.

I remember you
When i read through the writings on my wall.
The night that i covered your eyes,
Preventing you to read all of it.
Because I'm too afraid that you might see
The world behind that wall.

I still remember you
As i play my black guitar.
I hated that guitar,
But you still played it
And sang a song for me.

I remember you when i tie my hair.
You used to tie back my hair,
Even though it was such a mess.

I remember you
To the refill of my clutch pencils.
How hard you tried to open it for me.

I still remember you,
The day you carried your basketball shoes
To your office.
And i patiently waited outside
As you talk to your friends.

I remember you whenever i see a coin.
When you told me
That you don't want me to get hurt again
While scraping the love mark on my neck
With a coin.

I remember when you called me on the phone and told me that you have bruises on your arm.
And you're too scared,
Because you thought a ghost did it.

I remember you in Sam smith's song;
Lay me down.
How you did your best
To reach those high notes.
And i know you're happy that day,
Because you made me laugh.

I remember you eating the burger i bought to you at the passenger seat of my car.
And you told me that you're a bit nervous
Because I'm the one who's driving.

And most of all,
I still remember how you held me
And kisses me so tenderly.
And to that kiss,
I can feel all your love.

And i remembered the day,
The last kiss we had.
The kiss that's telling me goodbye.

I will always remember you,
But i have to let this feeling fade away,
For me to forgive you.

Maybe, just maybe
the rushing waves aren't there to hurt you.
Maybe the breaking down of the rocks, the itty bitty bits of sand that fall off with every tumultuous
crashing of each wave
beating upon what is
supposed to be so strong
falls quickly in oceans of beauty, travel down streams of
deep and rich blue

Of the many girls i thought loved me
she stands out boldly.

She knew how to weave
herself into elusive

raise the bar
just when i thought i reached her

quietly recede
when i picked up speed

use my gift
to give me a lift

remind what was hers
was in my purse

convey
her generosity was a day away.

As i recall
she took my all
and left me a wreck.

She was my Miss Take.

Never fall in love with a poet.

Her familiarity with words
How she can gather and pick the best of consonants and syllables from the white picket fenced field that has a sign near the entrance labeled  "alphabet"
and with this she may offer you a bouquet of sentences carefully articulated and placed in a specific manner to look effortlessly marvelous

How she will always fall asleep with a thought
And turn them into thought infused dreams
And then churn this mixture in the mechanisms within her
Bring forth a lovely array of vocabulary that sounds like rhythmic melodies to your ears

Never fall in love with a poet.

She will know your words all too well
Because she knows words all too well
She knows that they aren't always what they seem
And no matter how many words you offer back to her in return
A lesson is engraved within her heart which solely believes
that words can not be given alone

The beauty of words must be matched with the strength of actions
Less your beautiful words will be nothing but a distraction
Without the fibers of action to hold your words together, to wrap her up in a cloth of security and warmth
Everything you will say and have said before is just
sweet poetry

And she, my dear, is a poet
Who has too many a poem tucked away in the deepest corners of her heart
What good will just your poem do?

One day you'll find the person who makes you smile.
And I mean really smile -
When your eyes crinkle and the corner of your lips raise ever so slightly
And your teeth burst out like rays of sunshine from the ocean's horizon

One day you'll find the person who makes you laugh
And I mean really laugh -
When you genuinely can't stop
And your sides ache and you gasp for air

One day you'll find the person who makes you happy
And I mean really happy -
When you catch yourself dancing for no good reason
Or singing at the top of your lungs because joy needs to be expressed

And when you find the person who makes you feel and do all these three things
Never let them go.