Let me share this story.
Because I can't carry these things that are worth more than jewelry,
Everything starts with simple "Hi's."
Exchanges of "Where's," "How's," and "Why's"
A tone of curiosity and a genuine interaction of acquaintances,
Has led to the right way of you choosing me,
And me falling for you unknowingly,
I get carried away because everything felt light and free.
I am able to tell you about the hardest part of me.
A burden that I thought I couldn't get away from,
And through every tone of my voice, you stayed and listened carefully.
You did not judge me but accepted me wholeheartedly.
You know, I've been torn into pieces.
My past choked me using my favorite shoelaces.
Scratches my trust and throws it like trash.
But what's past is past that had passed,
And now, in my current state of breathing,
It's your existence that I'm yearning for.
You are like lightning silently striking straight to my heart.
In my mind, it's your face, and your words and gestures are in repetition.
Long enough for me to keep longing,
Every night, I'm praying from above for us to be near,
"Why is it we tend to love someone from afar? Does this feel somehow near?"
Now, I can sense a bit of a tense trigger.
You know I tend to love deeper.
But why are you such a trickster?
Showing me such endearing statements
I thought it saved me from almost being endangered.
But your love now has left me hungover.
I'm trying to doze off from all the things that really matter.
But I can't really get over
Why did you choose honesty for the last matter?
Was it for me to think I wasn't really wise and clever?
I don't want to think this way.
But my mind can't stop feeling what my heart kept aching for.
Trust me, I'm trying to wean my mind from this rushing flow.
Trying to understand what caused the flaw,
But no matter what I feel and say,
It is the last option that really mattered anyway.
It's about the validity of your goodbye.
And all I can do is pray for your best and cry.
You welcomed and embraced me with safety.
Only to leave me drowning with vacancy,
I thought we would last for a lifetime.
But sometimes last only for the last time.