Once there was a tale, told by a pink
The one you left in my car on our first date.
The one you wore when our lips combined for the first time and i took it off your body.
The one that scented with your perfume, my favourite scent.
The one you wore when you fell asleep while watching movies in my apartment, and you snored softly and i thought it was the most angelic sound i’ve ever heard.
The sweater told me all the stories when i was with you.
Was, not am.
Because now i’m here, but there’s no you around.
I live my days backward.
To you who don’t even notice,
Listen to me just this time. I have some words to you who sit in the corner without noticing me looking at you. Distance is my best friend, because it’s the safest spot to see your smile. But, also it could be my enemy, because distance prevents me from hearing your laugh. To you, who (i hope) notice, please return my smile when we’re passing by. The simplest smile you give, the faster my heart beats.
it’s fine that you
remain as the moon
embraced by every creatures
and not to lose
for the time that has to be used
to engrave the future
when you return
and don’t try to look
back on my unrevealed muse
tho’ I’m cursed
by the moon
that has chosen to
“for I am the one who in love with the first love of every creatures.”
I pray that it was a lie
in the beginning
but certain things just can't be held down
when feelings starts to travel
I hated that my throat felt thick
that night I sat in silence with the demon's
and yet, there I was,
handing them all
with open palms and question marks
passing out hidden runes, resounding
your very name
in my head
it was in that definite moment
when she said,
it's okay, I'm here'
that twisted all those hungry hearts
from the oversaturated options left unsettled
since love got a hold of her,
every other thing in her world shakes
when neither stay and don't go
seems not to work anymore
the calling of maybe's
starts to sneak in and vigorously travel
even on her strongest days
I’ll remember that winning look of yours
that same familiar one which struck on you
before it shifted to another
whatever makes you happy now
I hope they stay
maybe my living now isn’t loud enough, after all
being untouched like any unloved thing
you see, sometimes
knowing we need to do something from there on
is never very fun
it’s genuinely hard not to stay cringed
settle for okay
be dauntlessly bold
don't let those eyelids turn visibly cold
for them to see
let those chains down and fight them like hell
the next time they tell you
that when you get older
your heart dies,
pluck that little grit from your bones
and leaf out those wounds and say,
"I have stayed, thus far, to behold the pretty things
against all other
who made it grew unnoticed"
the soft whisperings in between
the shy little stares I'd seized before
you look the other way
clingy as it seems
but I hope
I didn't make you feel any less awkward
when we fueled our tummies at diners
and I asked you to sit by my side
I just liked it better that way
when our thighs kept playing tag under table wraps
kinda seem a little pathetically cheerless now
when I come by and asked the same middle-aged waiter,
"table for one, please?"
while he rummaged through my eyes, seeking
like something's missing