To him, the waves (Poetry and Prose)

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"I could shoot for all the stars in the sky, but that'll never be enough to bring you back."

It's past 2AM, and I am sitting infront of an old wooden table. Papers were everywhere, some were crumpled and torn. I could tell that all of my neighbors are fast asleep, while I am here all alone in the quiet. I could only hear my pen brushing into the thin sheet, and the clock was ticking, each time passes by like a memory. I stare at my old leather journal, and my feelings are overflowing.

I've been like this since you left.

I used to write about you. I used to write about your dark eyes and your bright smile. I used to write about how soft your skin is everytime we touch. I used to write about how gentle and vulnerable we were everytime we kiss. I used to. Now I'm here, tearing up another page, wasting another tear. All my pen could write was about the huge steps you took when you walked away. I could only write about how empty I was when we parted ways.

I want you back.