It’s almost
a year
or so
to
the
day
when you told me
You
fell out
of our love
for no other
reason than
It just happened.
You
told me
you no longer cared,
you
told me
you didn’t want to know
another thing about me,
and what was left of us
was a shipwreck
of
a
bittersweet
memory.
It’s been almost
a year
or so
too,
from when I
told myself
that I am still
meant
for
you
for no other reason than
I just do.
I thought
I no longer cared,
I thought
I didn’t want you
and everything about you.
What was left of me
walked away
with
You.
But
We
lost
contact,
and I think you
met someone else.
I have no idea
who he is or
where he takes you or
how much
he cares about you.
I just hope what he has
is more;
more than what
I could have given you,
more than what
I could have sacrificed for you,
More than…
Just more than I do.
But I Lied,
‘cause everything
still reminds me
of you.
You are gone with the wind
but the wind
still pushes me
towards you.
And
I hope
That
He
doesn’t
exist
like the space
between
me and you.
I
met someone else, too.
She isn’t
anything like you,
but the way she cares
is
also
true.
I hope you’re happy,
‘Cause right now,
that’s also what
i’m
trying
to be.
Even if it isn’t you,
even if it isn’t me,
even if it isn’t you with me.
And if
One day
You wake up
and realize that
it is still I
that you wish for;
who holds you at night,
and gives life to the waking dream
Tell me
because
feelings
like this can ****
you.
Like what you did
to me
when you asked me
Who are you?
And I swear,
my love broke
into fragments
when I asked you,
Who are you?
But what was I to do?
But what was I to do?
”
~J.C & D.C.
