teach me how to love you and i swear i’ll never forget.
; A brief love affair.
you see, he’s the type of addiction that rips your soul open. always craving for his open heart, the innocence. you are always burning and hurting without him knowing the damage he’s inflicting everyday.
he smiles my way, never at me, but it leaves me aching all the same.
his soft heart cannot bear the darkness of this place.
i long to hear his lips forming the vowels of my name.
an augmented reality that leaves me aching for days.
what sort of infatuation leaves the soul wide open
the burn his smile leaves in every darkened moment
the feeling i experience staring out in the ocean
cannot ever compare to the words he’d spoken
the memories of summer remains to be the only thing he’d impart
of the constellations we promised on seems so far apart
he never picked up the splattered pieces of my heart
the pain i feel i can only call art
still he smiles and it never cease to leave me breathless
picturing the warmth in his eyes, i lie awake, restless
though the weight of his words feel like home
i am not surprised when i end up alone.
Icarus filled me with this unexplainable warmth
and his smile would always leave a mark
He was my sun, the light in my life,
the stars I would look up to whenever I’m in the dark
but then I saw how his coffee brown eyes
dulled and gradually lost color
As his flame slowly burned out
and his smile became smaller
I watched him slowly slip away from my grasp
In pieces I could never seem to catch
Because my hands are too tired to hold on and keep clasp
Around the heart no one seemed to match
If I were to go back in time,
If I were to replay a moment once more
Instead of him falling into the sea,
Let him fall into my arms, forevermore.
Instead of carving our story into a tragedy, I will cherish him and adore
I wouldn’t let him knock on suicide’s door
Take me back to the time where he still kissed my head.
Take me back to the warmth of his smile instead.
In honor of World Mental Health Day.
it’s getting messy. lex calls me on tuesday and leaves a voicemail. “i know you’re ignoring calls right now but we miss you.” i listen to that six times in a row and almost text back. everything sounds fake. what am i gonna say. sorry yet again i made you feel like you don’t matter to me. even the sun doesn’t matter to me. even my own body. i mark the message as “unseen” and hope i one day have the energy. getting back is always so many steps, so many apologies. the little things pile up. sorry about that time i let you down. oh and the other one. oh and those small things you never mentioned but we both know bother you. i want to fix things. i do. but i just don’t know how to.