It’s all downhill from here
passion’s fading
it gets easier
you start to hear the birds chirp again
in the mornings
when you woke up in the smell of brewed coffee
in the nights when you’re okay
watching a movie by yourself
when you’re not with him
and not lonely at the same time
when you’re eating homecooked dinner
and you forget to remember him
more of me and less of you
less coffee and more milk
a glowing skin and healed scars
a pruned rose
an orchestra of emotions
beautiful, sad, tragic,
a little less toxic me
Remember when he held your hands.
Remember the days you would miss him but he would be back.
It’s Sunday evening and you’re sitting outside,
the porch light in a yellow mood.
the wind is cold,
your breath is lonely.
Remember when he used to offer you his coat.
Remember when he took you to the beach one time.
Now another week has gone by.
You sit under the porch light again,
this time reading a book.
You can still hear him say
“read this, this one’s really good”
Yes, you take refuge in books.
A gust of wind blows and you just let it turn the pages,
as you were deep in thought…
Remember when you went out for movies,
Remember when you biked down 5th avenue,
going faster and faster,
like you never had to worry about falling down.
Remember?
You always forget why you don’t
have to remember these things anymore.
In the beggining was a beautiful lyricless song
and a tone of voice that hummed along
bringing the sweet lull of a loftier melody
turning notes into emotions
spinning it in circles
Like a broken record
repeatedly skipping back a moment in whats being played
unable to move on to the next verse
to finally finish the song this little heart sings
In the beggining was a beautiful lyricless song
If you’re not happy
if I’m not enough
if we’ve outgrown our love
if you’re not my forever
if I’ve stolen too much of your sleep
and if it’s all of the above
I’ll not beg you to fight for us
oh if you could unbreak
because this is how
I still love you so dear
just as in the very beginning
but so much more
so this is letting you go
If we were having coffee
I’d remember every detail in your smile
the curve at the edges of your lips
the faded light in your eyes
and I could finally bid my goodbye
to what I thought endless
So I can finally turn around and walk away
You are in the line
between reality and dreams
on whether we turn into an “us”
or you remain being
my dream
or a shattered dream
Sometimes silence attacks me
so violently at night
I’d sleep with earphones plugged in my ears
fall asleep with the sound of a classical song
it mimics the peace in my mind
before your silence started to haunt me
Sometimes in the day
it’s okay to shut off the world
and go back to bed
maybe it was just a dream
but it felt real
I know this pain is real
Hearts are made of glass
hers molded into a mirror
he may have broken it
when he looks
close enough to see
shattered it may be
he’d still see himself
in her mirror heart
I remember the words once said
glimmers of hope lit up
butterflies awoken from sleep
’til every song that touched my ears
spoke of only one name
I remember the silhouette of the moon
tha faint fantom stars
the warmth of a hand
the memories of the night
I remember the living dreams
and then every promise you broke
I’ll remember and I’ll run away
I remember and I stop
Someday, the songs I hear
won’t be about you.
Someday, I’ll forget
why I even bother remembering.
We live in a world where black is darker than white even when white is a combination of all colours. People fear the vast emptiness of the night and forget to look up and see that it only takes one small circle of white light to brighten our world. For the lover crying at the corner of the bed, for the man with the other woman, for the lost who fell hopeless when the lights faded, and for the most of humanity, faith escapes at night.We hold on to broken dreams. We play with the possibilities. We trust our dreams on dying stars.
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