It was there on that cafe, on the very same that we first met The door bell chiming as you walk forth into the room Breathing in the bittersweet aroma of coffees and pastries Leisurely holding in your favorite book that you’ve read a hundred times
I was too young to understand the words you uttered that moment Those three words I never want to hear from you ever again Like a broken glass shattered into pieces, unmanagable to fix A curse only you can foolishly risk with every unexpected lie you prepare
That day was the first and last moment I saw your ephemeral smile An enigma that attracts way too many uncontrollable attachments A blanket that hugs me in warmth in time of the winter season Yet, I can never go back to the heart-warming lies I used to yearn for
Your sarcastic remark was embedded in my mind It was mind puzzling, the true meaning of what you truly wanted to say It was like a code, waiting to be deciphered A long awaited mystery in the realms of the unknown
Although your voice sent chills running through my spine, Your golden honey eyes looked at me in a softly manner Greeting me head on filled with pleasure and of stare in awe A reminder that even if you’re a type of mixed genres, there is only me in all of it
Pushing through the orange colored rays of the sky, You mixed in the purple touches to beautify the crestfallen goodbye exchange And without words, you have silently told me your story with blank pages and wet brushes A gentle action cleaning up the mistakes forgetting to cover up the traces of regrets
I am still writing poems for you, believing that there were chances we didn’t take, I will keep my hopes up until there isn’t any left. Surely one day my words will reach your heart, but if not, I am sending you my gratitude for the memories that’ll last for eternity and for the feelings you made sure I wouldn’t doubt.
The love you gave were sincere, and that’s why the heartache hurts too much.
They’ve been with me for years deep inside my bones. Past moments that never reveal themselves unless I am busy dreaming. Looped memories that play out again and again once I slip into my dreams, and where I am transported back to a time when I was too small to change my destiny. Back to a time where I am powerless to fight against those who knew better but did things anyway until certain moments became hardwired into my deepest dreams. Looped memories that have held me hostage for a long time, and are possibly destined to hold me captive forever..