tengo los ojos irritados de tanto extrañar
la garganta y la lengua quemada de tanto té
mis piernas llenas de rasguños de ansiedad
siento que no puedo esperar por ti
en cualquier lugar podría
conseguirte
conocerte y poder saber
lo que se siente querer otra vez

I always wonder if I am ever going to be reminded
or forgotten between those beautiful leafs
maybe someday we'll all forgot everything
everything that seems important today
will be useless and irrelevant

my ribs hurts
as much as that afternoon
when you said you felt so blue

"you just can't stop thinking about it
you can't help your selfishness
you can't stop shattering this love
but I know someday we'll be colliding ourselves
into each other's paths"

now I'm full of bashfulness
feeling so small
I'd like to take you back

I'm glad something finally makes me happy
finding things that doesn't make everything so sadly
knowing that crying isn't the reason
for falling into this season
of depression
and social pressure

makes me feel weird how all the poems I read and like
are always about the hate and the "I don't like"
reading or writing something  positive
makes you feel positive
instead of closing your eyes and feeling so agree

it doesn't matter now
because it's coming back
so let me enjoy it
while it lasts