POETRY THAT STAYS

I wrote you poems because you felt right

I had proven enough to myself that you're everything that's not meant for me. You are all the errors, all the flaws, all the dark corners. You're everything that's not right for me. But I didn't regret writing you poems. 

I didn't regret reading it out loud with you. I didn't regret exchanging metaphors for kisses. I didn't regret walking barefooted on your stanzas with broken pieces of glasses. 

I didn't regret thinking about you and planning your tomorrows in my journal. I didn't regret anything, not a day, not a minute, not a microsecond. 

We can't force what's not meant to be. We can't force what's meant to end. We can't hold what's slipping.

 And you're still free to call them yours --- all the things I wrote for you. They're still yours. All its softness, vulnerability and honesty. All of them are all yours.

Sometimes, no matter what we do. We wrote people the best things because we thought it'll last. They make it look like happiness will still swirl inside our bedroom by tomorrow. 

We always believed there are still 'next days'. Sometimes, writing is all that we have. Sometimes, the best poems are written for the wrong ones. Sometimes, our poems are the only thing that remained right for them.