If I had loved you less, would I be able to talk about it more? Instead of finding myself stuttering over words and muttering to myself on how we ended up like that. Would I be able to tell how me first met? How you said you felt butterflies on your stomach everytime I kiss you. How my face turned into a tomato each time you tease me. Would I be able to tell how we get through ups and downs? That whenever you feel that you are carrying the whole world, I'm always there to carry it with you. That when my days are blue, you color it yellow.
Would I be able to move on? Would I be able to forget about you faster? Because I keep finding myself craving for your warmth, your affection, and your kisses. I think I'm only spinning around clowning myself to think that I— I have moved on. But I did not, I can't still share how a storm wrecked our ship. I can't still forget how you made me feel loved even for a while.
Would i be able to tell it, if i have loved you less?
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Soft Proses & Bloody Journals
PoetrySoft Proses and Bloody Journals is a collection of my proses, short poetries and excerpts from my stories (that i probably will not continue anymore and publish). I'd like to associate the following pieces of mine as a part of my healing while tryin...
