our deleted conversations // a collection of poetry & short stories

uncharted.

Description:
This act is for the gray areas we have mapped and ventured during our firsts; a first kiss, first romance, first love, first heartbreak, you name it.
For me, in a way, it's to pay homage and give a moment to the passed times where we experienced situations in which we were clueless, daring, and undoubting.
But also, it reminds us, that nothing is constant and as familiar as it will ever last.

This is "Uncharted".

Act Two : Part One
"Unsure"

You remind of someone from a very long time ago.
And he also loved me, with a heart too pure.

You see, when I was ten,
he held my hands through the handlebars
when he first taught me how to ride a bike.

When I turned fifteen,
he was there when I took my first shot of alcohol
making sure I never drank too much.

When I reached seventeen,
he also was the first person
that I kissed under the cloudless night.

But unfortunately,
he was also the first heartbreak
that had the pleasure of making my heart bleed.

And for the first time in a long time,
I was unsure of whether he would never come back
or if I still had a chance to see him again,
but you.

You're different.

Act Two : Part Two
"The Advice I Did Not Take"

You told me once that it would be better
for me to remain the same as before.

But I didn't.
Because if I would never change myself,
then I'd get more mistakes like what you're made of.

Act Two : Part Three
"The Cut That Always Bleeds"

"It's been seven months. And you haven't seen each other in a while now." - Catherine spoke, her voice annoyed.

"He's never showed up here since then, and he's forgotten you. Why the fuck are you still pondering like he's gonna come back and love you again?"

"Because you don't have a single clue how it destroyed me that night when he left. You weren't there. You never heard the hate in his voice and saw the regret in his eyes." - I struggled to talk as tears swam down my cheeks.

It's been seven months since he left me here
and he has since never returned.
And by this time maybe I've moved on
but the pain is still there.

I am reminded of everything
when I look at the picture frames of us in the attic,
when I see his guitar that I sometimes still play.

And every time I try to forget him,
the thought never leaves
and the cut never heals.

Act Two : Part Four
"Room For Improvement"

You will be faced before many mysteries
and certainty may not always be by your side,
but that's what curiosity is for.

Keep discovering amidst failures and mistakes,
there is room for improvement and resilience
but better yet,
there is a universe of opportunity
waiting to be discovered.

end of act two.

Author's Note:
Hi, so to make up for my late release of Act One,
I decided to publish Act Two this week.

Acts Three and Four may follow up sooner than scheduled because I literally have nothing else to do.

that's all byeeeeee~