It was that summery day of March, we visited an old friend's house. It was different, like the im-reliving-the-life-before-I-told-you-i-liked-you kind of different. It felt like it was a trip down to memory lane but as strangers who found themselves tangling into each other–like snakes memorising every inch of skin, feelings and weaknesses– then eventually losing theirselves trying to find a love that never lasted...
Nor existed.
Trembling fingers find themselves twirling a chunk of hair that rest on my shoulders while the other ones find themselves fiddling with the bottom of my shirt as an overwhelming feeling of anxiety course within my veins as I watched you look over your shoulder opposite from me— probably trying to reminisce something over the past.
I like to think i still wake you up in the middle of the night from nightmares of you losing me or from a fantasy dream that you did not want to end. And it hadnt been too long when I realised I was staring at you with tears threatening to spill out of the dark brown eyes that you onced looked in to and you once said fell in love with.
And I know you hurt me in so many ways, and I still let you,
Because cannot help it
Im such a fucking fool for you
You are my inconstant star that will keep on reminding me everyday that you will always be there following me wherever I go even though youre not always seen.
And i am someone who will constantly be your lover until the very end ; someone who will not be able to move from the uncertainty of still wanting you
To love me back
Just like you used to.
A/N: what do you guys think about this so far? Is she any good 😳
YOU ARE READING
coffee. cigarettes. daydreams.
Poetryi sat on my balcony chair and did my usual - drinking my cup of coffee and inhaling my cig, trying to sober up from the thought of you.
