poetry for the poetic: 5

CXII

i always have my eyes on booming fireworks,
dancing fountains, bunches of colorful flowers;
they give me this feeling of longing,
of wanting to hold it even longer,
of needing to keep it to myself tighter;
the same way i want you with me
so i can look at your shining eyes,
savor your touch, and keep your hugs;
the same way i want you to stay and never leave again,
because with you, i feel free.
Perhaps, i keep on loving what doesn't last;
i always give my heart to something that disappears
like how i gave my everything for us.
you're beautiful, yet you will vanish anyway.