Lately, I have been floating like a dumb speck of dust.
Our old friends have been bugging me with messages asking what happened to us for a few weeks now. They couldn't believe we could ever fall apart, or so they say.
Most of the time I ignore their questions simply because until now I still don't know how to answer them. I guess when you've believed something to be true for a very long time, it would take longer to accept that it might be not. To unbelieve what you once believed to be your whole life.
Time probably never really slowed down when I first saw you, it was just really hot that day and I was all giddy; perhaps our first kiss wasn't perfect, you were just too drunk that night and I was the closest prospect; there was no actual gravity pulling me to you, I just got stuck to a habit of running back to you.
Maybe sunsets weren't really magical, it was just a trick you played on me; and the stars, they weren't really shining for us, they just twinkled because that's what they do.
Maybe when you told me you love me, I was the only person around and you badly needed someone.
Maybe we weren't really meant to meet, we were just both floating in space and happened to collide and now we're floating apart.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesieYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
