UNTITLED.... JUST LIKE MY THOUGHTS
Do you remember the times when I was high on you and let you take advantage ?
All the times I broke myself to fix you...
but you made me feel like you were the one fixing me...
...Do you remember?
Remember how my voice was your calm but you made me beg to talk to you ?
I remember how I always lost myself quicker than Cinderella lost her shoes just so I could find you quicker than usain bolt running to the end of a race.
It's funny how this morning I was remembering all the times I cut my tongue just so you could talk unend and my ears somehow seem like jumbos for your words cuz I seem to hear your voice 10x better than I hear others and your words always tasted better when we kissed.
But sometimes I'm torn between reality and fantasy and what if deep down fixing you fixed me?
And maybe your voice was my calm?
Or maybe it's just the liquor talking?
Or maybe I just want to write and yet you're all I could think about.
And our relationship very fucked up and untitled just like this poem... just like my thoughts...
