first kissfirst kiss
1.
it was sometime before i remember, probably spring or close to it when the
winters frost decided it has graced us
far too long, and a collision of sorts decided i was their next experimental landslide.
2.
it was sometime before i remember what happened. emotions tied up on paper thin strings, so heavy that they all collapsed. like a meteor shower
to my heart, and i remember thinking. “who in the world would ever want to love me?”
3.
it was sometime before i remember how you
you better prayyou better pray
it’s not like you to tell the secrets
of your mind; promising me better days and greater tomorrows. you’re never the type to crack under pressure,
(so what happened?) what happened?
the last time i visited your house was
too-many-months-ago, but i don’t want to see an empty house full of so many memories. it’s painful to think of how things can change so easily without warning. except, i had
time to let it marinate and i let it go ri
immoral cascadeimmoral cascade
i used to think you + i = love. sometimes i get proved horribly
wrong and i secretly blame you for e v e r y t h i n g. + lately you speak obsenities, and i desperately cling on to them so i won’t disappoint you. (but, it
really doesn’t matter because i already do) + sleep heavily clings to my eyelashes and i want to sleep, i’m trying to sleep, but i’m avoiding the brown of your eyes
and the surreal feeling of your fingers
caressing my canvas. +
i want to tell you i’m sorry. i’m sorry for
tuesday's thoughts.it’s a wonder how you know all mytuesday's thoughts.
secrets. [even the ones i haven’t
discovered yet]
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you taught me that love doesn’t
equal minutes lost from silence, and
speaking lackadaisical love songs.
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i catch myself choking up nonsense
when i’m with you. i caught myself
choking up every bit of oxygen when
i was with you. [is it cliché to say you
take my breath away?]
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it’s a wonder how you can sense my
every emotion. you can see right
through the forced laughter and
p
| i don't feel any older. |
lost in the sound of separation.
Nervous
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Why do you cry like a child that has lost her mother’s hand
Why do you keep coming back like a boomerang that’s been thrown
Emptying my heart in bitter wine
The room of my love for you is empty too
- Bi Rain (Him and Me)
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Why do you cry like a child that has lost her mother’s hand
Why do you keep coming back like a boomerang that’s been thrown
Emptying my heart in bitter wine
The room of my love for you is empty too
- Bi Rain (Him and Me)
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