“Where once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.”

I am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.

When she laughs, her soul floats outside her body and I can touch it.

I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.

You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.

I shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.

It was always your dreams we focused on, you never thought I’d have dreams too.

You feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.

You pull away and suddenly I have more room to grow.

Maybe if you hold me tight, our love won’t be as shallow.

And when you win all wars of life, there will remain one you must lose. Time.

I’ve come to see that life does not only exist where you do. There’s sense of life here too.

Nothing hurts me more than when I tell you to leave me alone, and you do.

A year has passed, and even after all that has changed, I know one thing hasn’t. I still want you.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

Losing yourself is not worth for temporary people.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

Sometimes life breaks us and buries us alive, but that is how we find our purpose and rise bloom in love.

Some people can be in your memories but not in your life.

In the end, I closed our book and never dared to read it again.

Sometimes I wonder, do the trees get sad when they see leaves fell?

Every moment I find myself alone without you, hold me, stop me, I am strayed.

This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.