Frigid fire and scorching cold
blue from such happiness -
one's youth found in the old,
clinging onto letting go, such paradoxes.

Take me back to the night
When we became one
With the streets
And the city lights
We flew through the air
Forgetting the sorrows
That this would be over by tomorrow
For we got lost in the moment
But we didn’t want to find our way back
For being lost in that moment
Was the best feeling I’ve ever had

There’s something about writing
my feelings for you.

When it hurts,
the pen doesn’t stop.
With every stroke,
it gets darker
and poisonous.

Until it all gets ugly,
The tears smudged the ink.
Because no word,
no phrase
can ever substitute the pain.

All of them are wasted,
crumpled into the shred.
That’s what it’s like
painstakingly
thinking of you.

All of the hurting,
Time had made us
good enough
Not for each other
But for ourselves.

There were too many words
For us to say,
When all we needed
are four simple words.

TIME

TO

LET

GO.

It's weird,
How every song,
Of every genre,
Reminded me of you,
Of us.

Dear ex,
Do you remember?
How happy,
Or how reckless we used to be,
Running across even when the light is red.

Or do you remember?
How sad,
Our break up used to be,
When the light is green and I crossed ahead,
Leaving you alone on the other side of the road.

Now years had passed,
And I've got someone else for me instead,
She's lying on your side of the bed,
But it's still your warmth,
That I yearn for on every rainy night.