#backtoyou
When the night whispers your name
In the darkest room,
I’m back to that trip on train
Watching your smile bloom.
Your hair swaying in the warm breeze
As your eyes sparkled;
At that moment, everything ceased,
But my heart in battle.
Struggling to keep it silent,
Just so you will never know
How my heart wants you this instant,
But I failed to make it go.
I burn for you then and now the same
Like the flaring sun.
When the night whispers your name,
I am left undone.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
I tried to keep myself busy
Occupied myself with work
Went out with friends
Yet,
Somehow,
I will always end up thinking of you.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
I thought I could shove you
to the back of my closet,
make you another skeleton with cracked
bones that were never able to mend.
But when it was midnight and my room
was as dark as the moon ridden sky,
I could still hear your blood pumping,
and the sound of your fingernails
clawing at the door searching
for the missing piece of your heart.
I thought I could ignore it,
and silence your scent that somehow
still lingered on my skin.
Until I realized no perfume could
mask the shadow you had casted on me.
So I unbox your pieces
and step back into my old life,
realizing maybe we weren’t dead after all.
The sensation of your lips touching my skin
once again was the warmest my iron lacking body had felt since the day I left.
It’s midnight again,
but I’m back in your room.
It’s as dark as the moon ridden sky,
yet there’s starlight drizzling over your face.
All this time I refused to believe that we were made of the same stardust,
until I finally saw our constellation
finding its way back together.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
I can feel rivers running through me, all leading back to you. Your fingertips coming and going like waves. They say you can make a home out of anyone, but if that were true then I would’ve made my place in someone new a long time ago. I would’ve put my heart into someone else’s hands, letting them mold it into whatever they wanted. I would’ve broken down the walls you forced me to build. I would’ve cleaned up the mess you created, making myself seem pristine, when in reality I’m a hurricane nobody wants to get in the path of. But I realized, things that come back to you are things that never truly left. So here we are, standing outside of my car with our feet glued to the gravel, your overgrown hair loosely moving with the wind. The streetlights are glowing on our skin, and there’s stars trapped in the corners of your hazel eyes. I realize I’m okay with drowning in these rivers, as long as they always lead back to you.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
It's ended like I expected
I lost another
But when it happens
My mind goes back to you
I wonder if current me
Would have lost you like before
Or if it was old me that
Might have won this time around
London is too big
With too much choice
Is that why I lose?
Or was old me better than now?
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC