To the one who make me feel, Thank you ❤️
And night came to me with the poetries I left incomplete.
The dusty pages of my diary, curious to know what happened after that one day in February when I got brave enough to show love your face.
That forgotten part of my soul, so eager to know if you still are my saving grace.
Lost in finding the pieces you left me in, I never told the silence of 2am that you belonged to someone else's sky.
You, never my North Star but someone's moon.
Miscommunication breaks one hard, dear love.
Especially, if you let someone understand wrong things knowing that you are left with nothing to give.
Your brokenness looked for a place to rest while I saw forever in your eyes.
You are not to blame, however. I dream too much. I break too fast.
But, I will tell the birds tonight, the witnesses of my fallen world, that I am in love with a special kind of pain.
The pain of not being your sun, the pain of not knowing how to forget you.
I will tell the world tonight, that I kept a corner of my heart, like those pages in my diary for you.
I will confess to my darkness, that I would let you break me again if life promise me another evening with you.
I will confess how much I love you and how you sit light years away from me while sitting beside me.
Maybe, there will come someone to fill the cracks with promises again.
Maybe, I will allow someone to make a home in my heart.
But, a corner of my heart will always belong to you.
You will remain the story that I will leave untouched.