Sunday, February 23rd, 2014

The first time you looked at me,
Like I could move mountains,
And stop waves,
And rip the skies open,
I knew that was what I wanted,
Out of life.
How terrible sad,
That I'll have to look all my life,
For something I already found.
How terrible sad it is,
How much I wish everyday,

That you still looked at me like that. 

Friday, February 7th, 2014

I finally understood why it bothered me so much. It wasn't because of what you said, nor because you mentioned her. The dreadful moment I've been awaiting had arrived at last. The moment I would do something and she would be the one in your thoughts. I spent hours thinking of how many times she replaced me in your mind and in your heart. How many times you kissed me and recalled her lips? How many times you touched me and reminded how smooth she felt? How many times you pressed your lips together to stop her name from calling me? The questions I could never ask. Afraid of what will hurt more. The ugly truth or the sweetest of lies.

Sunday, February 2nd, 2014

When you told me the scars wouldn't fade, my heart sank and stopped beating. My eyes drowned and I lost my voice. My body froze and my lungs refused to breathe. I had failed. The disease had finally taken over me. The marks won't leave my body ever. And neither will it.

Sunday, February 2nd, 2014

I'm sorry, my dear, but promises don't mean anything to me anymore.