tell me, how much cigarettes would you like me to catch?
i have hope in stopping you from blowing abrupt circles and
start smoking on my tongue,
instead.
tell me, how many times did i make your blood ripple?
exactly, you had never.
but i have hope in making your heart goes uncontrollable,
instead.
tell me, were you dying when you sit in a couch while we're waiting
in rude silence?
exactly, you forgot about that day.
but i have hope in striking you with past visions, then
i'll say,
tell me, did you mind when you looked back and i was standing centimetres apart in
awkward demeanor?
exactly, you had never.
but i might have hope in building new memories for you to mind about,
anyway.
and tell me, will you heart rattle faster if i tell you that
i like you today?
exactly, the world will be
soundless and my ears will be full
of your steps,
walking away.
— (hopes will fade,
and dreams will crumble,
repeating past mistakes.)
