We Write Down The Things We Wish To Forget But Deep Inside Want To Always Have It On Our Minds

we write down the things we wish to forget but deep inside want to always have it on our minds

it's like that coat with all buttons undone except one that's holding it together

memories come and go, just like people, but there's that one person that carved a new means of remembrance in your heart, and stole something you wish you knew but you don't

him, and him, and the sea

the sky, his lips, and trembling bones underneath

everything seemed inert while this love we never had the chance to effectuate just collapsed

but I still have it in there, the void you left.

one of the many memories I held together like buttons in that coat

I'm colorblind to the euphemism of this scene we're playing

fast-forward and it's us on that misty red rug tugged beneath the couch we built together

moving feet to feet and only the friction sounds of our toes are to remind us we're still breathing

safe and sound, smiling like it's the last day we'll ever see each other on earth

cause we once made a promise to collide in heaven

dances, dances, flashes

high-pitched, stifled screams

all the while you're there

drawing me closer than possible

lying behind the wall of my dreams that slowly faded into reality

-Row-

Even the thought of forgetting you makes me remember you

-Row-

“An act of "prince charming" you know, that's what I do” he notes, slowly letting the devious grin hanging below the corners of his mouth out, while a sinuous wink escapes his hazels on his way back to the stop.

she's left by the mere reverberation of his footsteps and the lilac swirling smoke of his cigarette.

-Row-

There's solace in solitude

One of the assignments that has nothing to do with my major but I absolutely enjoyed doing it.

I just like to romanticize the night

the way it embraces me, like it's telling me something only I can comprehend

and each star there to ignite my thoughts into some prideful reverie

composing this sweet lullaby that warms my heart through each beat

reminding me of why I'm here

that there's no such thing as coincidence

and that everything happens for a reason

the same reason I'm staring into the wild darkness

feeling a million things at once

pain, relief, elation, anger, ecstasy

all falling into a trance of soft whispers

this, is why I love the night

because I feel like it keeps the whole world's secrets

and because there could be another me now, laying the same way, talking to the same stars, telling a whole other story

it never stops

not until all those breaths stop flowing

-Row-