To an old Lover,

My dear, you might think I forgot about you completely
But you never knew every starry night, I open the gate of your voice to tell me stories that never existed.

It’s been a while since the last time we spoke. 10 months is not a short period of time. How did not lose control of yourself during this time...

I heard that you were looking for someone new to take over my place. I am sure you found one anyways. Just hoping you are happy with her.

The amount of time a person takes to get over someone, especially someone like you. Oh god knows how many laughs you’ve taken away from me.

Happy couples around me, that could’ve been us but you chose to walk away because you didn’t want to try anymore. It is okay, I wouldn’t try much if I were you.

Days I get up on my feet and day I catch myself wiping away those tears. Ah I wish I was as strong as you and just walked away.

From the blooming dandelions
That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul
Is a peculiar dream
That with every yellow petal becomes
A wishful fly away
Within its colourless softness
Searching for new soil
To bury itself
And grow

But it’s the insignificant things
That weigh down the petals  
Whenever they gather the willpower
To float towards a horizon
That divides the insecurities
And the biggest fears of the dreamer
So instead the petals become rain
That wash away the remnants
Of a scorching sun

And some time after
The water carries with it
The seed of the dandelion
And along a distant road
It grows once again
Waiting for another
To come set it free
So that it can carry those old ambitions
Back to one who’s still searching for courage
Along the horizon in their dreams