hey. does it hurt?
i wonder. sometimes, when
he can't fill the gap between your
heart and mine, do you go to bed with
a damp pillow and an artist's nightmare
under your eyes?
what a day to explode.
do you mind? can i take the
feathers inside your futon and turn
them to icarus' wings, so that you end
up dead, in an ocean you didn't know existed
because you flew too close to me?
do old playlists do to you
what they do to me? i hear
the first vague tunes, and all i can
think about is how even pulsating
crowds can't make the singer any less
sadder.
it's in the suave smiles and
coyote kisses. it's in your hubris
and my hugs, and they incomplete
each other like caramel on a snowy evening.
we don't fit, we don't belong, but it was
beautiful while it began and lasted.
so this is a sayonara you deserve;
empty, bitter, the aftertaste of a vodka night.
just remember that no matter where i will go
and when i left and why i still think of you and
who i love,
i
was
here.
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A/N
So it's been what, three months? I apologize for the lack of updates. Life... caught up, I guess.
Actually, I don't have a real excuse. I just say that for everything XD.
I hope you like this one.
Sayo-nara : A Japanese goodbye which indicates finality, and used in situations when you won't meet the other person for a very long time, or ever.
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PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...