they say the sun loves the moon but they've never truly met
but tonight at 7:41 pm
the moon was already half way up and the sun was still setting
the both of them trying to catch up to each other and stay as long as they could just to see each other as long as they could and be in each other's presence
they say the sun loves and needs the moon but if they ever truly met and collided it would be so tragic for the world
and i think it's romantically sad,
that our love is best described like the two of them.
if i had the chance to meet you again,
would i do anything differently?
would i tell you how i felt back then?
would i still keep it to myself?
would i'd rather have you break my heart three years ago, or somewhere in between then and now?
i wish you would come over.
now that my plate is cleared
i wish you'd come over for some closure.
but the closure they talk about in songs,
that never actually solve anything.
it's a bad cycle,
it's not good for the soul or the mind
but it's good for the body.
how could anyone say it's bad for the body when we fit so perfectly inside of each other?
our bodies find our match.
the other half that fits in every part of us.
the way you push the hair out of my face.
the way you held my hand so gently
to way your hands wrapped around my neck and scratched down my back.
a perfect fit.
a perfect love.
i think what my problem is,
is either i love him with every ounce of blood inside of me
or i dont.
i don't think i could ever be just friends with him again.
i understand what you mean about opening up the wound over and over again
it really does hurt
but i'm scared that one day
i wont feel anything anymore.
i don't want that.
maybe you do
but i dont.
i'm trying to learn how to turn my back on you
something i've never had to do to anyone.
so don't you dare ask me to do that to you
-someone i love.
my heart is on my sleeve
i wish i was still in the back of your mind
like you are mine.
so when i call you
it's like temptation calling you.
but you just keep pressing decline.
i wake up in the morning
and you're still my first thought.
most mornings, you never even left my mind.
i've been dreaming about you all night as well.
last night in particular,
i never stopped thinking about you.
i went to bed with you on my mind
i dreamt about meeting your family last night and sitting in your lap while you braid my hair as i got ready to go to dinner with them.
and then, this morning at 9:28 am,
i searched my phone to see if you had texted me.
i wish i could tell you every time i dream of you,
but it would be almost every day.
i miss him
no not like how the sun misses the moon because they dont
they have never even met long enough to say that
but i miss him more deeply than that
i miss him like how i miss him
i wonder if you look for songs that remind you of me
i'm looking for parts of you in everything i listen to.
swimming helps with the feeling of suffocation
challenging yourself to be active without air
i love the feeling of the lack of air
when i talk to you, i get the same feeling
i still have air in my lungs but i can't breathe
fuzz and static fills my brain
i cant hear anything
my heart pounds hard in my chest
trying to move oxygen around my body
you make me breathless
the feeling is addicting
i cant get enough
your words wind me
i lose all thoughts
the screen blurs
i'm drowning in love
I am like the cherry blossom that come in spring for a few weeks.
I am the petals that fall and kisses your cheek.
while I fall silently without you hearing me.
I'll say silent till next year till I can't see you anymore
The last time I've seen you was in the beginning of summer,
You were surrounded by friends and I felt like a newcomer,
Even though I've been there for years,
You extroverts brought me to tears.
Several months pass by in a dazed blur and I encounter you
On the exact same place, with the same sweet, beaming smile too
-it is like your trademark, isn't it?
The reason for an annoyed fit.
You speak to a group of people, a tale you found online,
Yet the aura that you have makes it sound purely divine
-the careful pronunciation, as if talking to a friend,
Looking as if you cannot pretend.
A short-term fascination turned into jealousy, and more
-in between my consciousness and dreams, you're on the shore,
“It’s the first thing I notice”, you say
With your head tucked down,
“It’s just… there.”
It’s the first thing I notice too, although
My eyes are not yours.
You’d rid it, chop the part of you
That you like least off. But I…
It’s the first thing I’d kiss.
Cold and hazy morning
Two perfectly parallel alabaster pebbles
Their shallow basin dipping in between
Half asleep, half awake.