Roofs

Almost

5. I like the way your mouth moves when you talk. The way the words come out from them, like mirrors falling on the floor, breaking one by one because of their fragility. I can stare at your mouth all day. Sometimes, I imagine myself drowning in it, with your kiss, in your lips, the way your tongue moves with mine. A little drunk over your words and poetry, your mouth tells the littlest lies and bigger truths about life and love. I can listen to you talk all day. I want to keep talking to you and even if you ran out of stories to tell and secrets to share, I'd still want to talk to you. I really do.

4. My heart is an abandoned house. The doors are all closed. The windows are shut tight. No longer interested in finding the significance of the other one. Beating, but not for someone else. Alive, but barely living. Functioning, but almost unable to use. Still, it's a heart. A heart that once loved. But now it's all lost and gone.

3. "I'd be lying to you if I tell you I don't miss you because I do. I met you at the strangest time of my life and I still can list down every memory that we've shared over the short course we had together. I still feel you beside me when I walk down the streets, our hands almost touching, skin to skin but always afraid to hold it together because we're afraid we're never going to let go. I still see you in front of me, your charcoal colored eyes framed with your black glasses, your lips quietly pulling into a smile that I've always loved, your face above the sea of other faces, one in a million. I remember the times we went out for movies and you always teased me because after all the other movies we watched, I kept all the tickets and receipts, perfectly capturing the time and place we went out together. You would always place your arm beside my arm-rest and would shyly hold my hand when you got the perfect timing for that part and I like the way you looked at me in those times because that was - and still is - the same way I looked at you. I'd be lying to you if I tell you I forgot about you because I don't. I always remember. And it's quite a frightening thing to feel, to always remember something that you already had forgotten about."

2. It's not true about what they say that you don't destroy the people that you love. You destroy them. Every bit of them. Their heart, their soul, their beliefs, their trust, their lives. You destroy the people that you love. Sometimes intentionally. Sometimes you're not aware of it, but you do it anyway. And not because you want it but because it has to. One way or another, you kill the ones you live for. The simplest, and probably the hardest (and easy for the others), is saying their name for the last time.

1. You will always be the best thing I almost had.

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A/N: Song on the side is Come Here by Kath Bloom.