i cant be in this room like this ;
alone, i mean.
Because all i could think about is you.
How it’s like to lay here with you. And stare at your eyes. fingers intertwined and in between those actions, play with your curly hair and draw a map on your shoulder or face while you tell me about your dreams and i tell you mine. Or, we could just be there, and do nothing. Just our breathes filling in the space.
come back, please.
i miss you so much.
and i miss the me around you.
I love her.
i know people say you won’t remember exactly what happened, but you will remember how it makes you feel like.
And i don’t like that.
I hate that I won’t remember it because i want to.
Because i want to remember how you make me so happy that i forgot life is short.
Exactly tell you
How i feel
Whenever we are in the same room.
It’s not always lust when it comes to her.
It’s how she’ll look at me.
It’s how she’ll laugh at my silly jokes.
It’s how she’ll be doing random little things that’ll make me swoon.
It’ll be how soft her lips are,
How it feels like when our fingers intertwined.
Simple things such as getting to touch fer face,
Getting to comb her hair,
Drawing circles on her shoulder,
“i was looking for you” from her,
“i’m so proud of you” from her,
“i miss you” from her,
“I love you” without having her to say it because i know she does.
i wrote this for the first girl I’ve ever loved.
you hurt me.
I loved you and you hurt me.
You hurt me
i would still hold your hand
even when we have found
the way to escape the darkness.
i want to make him the happiest he's ever been.
because he has made me the happiest.
i tasted honey
as words dripped
out of my lips.
i thought it was fine.
until it landed on your tongue
and you tasted poison.
nothing was right ever since.
and i stared at my hands and asked myself if these were capable of violence too.
why can't we resist pretty faces that clearly scream danger?
is there any way,
we would somehow
wind up together
in 40 years
laughing about our mad journey?
his kind of love was the kind of love that you got excited for nothing.
it was the kind of love that you had with your best friend ; an evergreen kind of love.
his love was the kind of story that had no ending because there were too much to tell.
his love was also like a bottomless ocean.
you need to be careful,
or else you'll drown.
that was her name.
i looked at you,
it didn't feel right.
i hate it.
i guess after all,
i don't really know
what love is.
after all the tears,
after all the heartbreaks,
after all the smiles that hurt my cheeks,
after multiple times where my heart skipped a beat,
after all the excitement and butterflies that i felt in my stomach,
it was all love,
but not enough for me to understand it,
i didn't learn it right,
you taught me wrong.
i am petrified that all of my thoughts,
they all look like you.
— The End —