As I trace your skin with my fingers, I know myself this won’t last a lifetime. In a matter of years, months, weeks, or may it even be days, I know we might end up separating our ways.
I feel your heart beating against my heart, your breath against my breath, your stare against my stare. The little things you may never notice: how lovely you are waking up next to me, how your lips pressed on mine is killing me, how our hands intertwine perfectly, how your arms wrap around my waist. These are some of the things I will always want; need.
And with the days trying to drag me out of your hold, time will never replace the memories we shared together—the moments that I will always love.
- December: Oh it's you!
- Me: Oh hi!
- December: How are you? It's been so long! How's your lovelife? What school had you attended? You're looking great than before! I almost didn't recognize you!
- Me: Oh, um, I'm fine. :) I gotta go. Bye!
wow. I thought I can find closure. I certainly did not expect it to be that way
I always hang on.
Even if I know that the strings are weak,
I hang on
Because I know you can change
Not for myself
But for the people you love
Though you never show it.
I know you care.
I know you don’t hate the world.
I know you love the orange sunset,
The vanilla twilight,
The advancing dawn.
I know you love the blooming green,
The fading yellow,
The thickening white,
The revealing tan.
That is why I know you can change.
I have known you long enough
To know the difference
Between your angels and your demons.
You are the strongest person I know
And I will value much every memory I have with you.
Long after, I will still feel your heartbeat racing against time.
I will still feel your presence.
I will always remember you,
Just like an old song I thought I forgot,
A particular scent that brings back a lot of memories.
And with the blood in my veins,
I will write your name in deep despair.
I will personify these words to grow in the darkest caves,
And someday, I know I have not failed you the way you failed me.
With every snapshot,
With every pose,
We see ourselves in paper fold
The grimace of expressions,
The sight of emotions,
And wonder comes upon the dawn.
The blissful smiles,
The miser lives,
Left with nothing but old photographs.
Reminders of the past,
Reminders for ourselves,
Reminders for the future.
Eventually, we die.
Eventually, we’re dust.
Eventually, we will fade.
Just like photographs we try to keep,
Photographs we try to hold on to,
Fading … fading … fading …