I told myself you will learn
That my past told stories
It was Just the source of my beginning
I told myself you will never accept love that isn’t complete
But somehow I found myself once again unable to leave a place I knew so well
The walls were freshly painted but it was still the same walls
The furniture smelled different but looked the same
the ground was still uneven and balance was impossible
He was still him
The past sometimes likes to find itself in the present.
“Do you still look for him when you’re with me?”
I wonder how do I split a lie out of the truth?
How do I pretend that my eyes didn’t just whisper his name?
How do I convince my tongue to say I only want you?
The thought of you clings to my skin like coconut oil. These memories run their fingers down my body hoping I never escape them.
I’m listening to our favorite album
Not because I miss you
But because I miss the moment that made this album special
I’m reminded of how easily I can make love last even when it’s gone
I can turn a song into a feeling
I can turn an album into a tunnel that connects me to you.
Every ending leads to nostalgia
Inside her lives a mountain of memories and a lifetime of hopes and what ifs.
I like to think of us as two stars learning to be.
Part of the same galaxy, forming a constellation.
We are where lovers go for evening wishes.
We are the freckles of the sky.
We are light years away but yet we still share secrets.
You tell me that I will still shine even when I die.
-A love letter to the stars
How easy it is to write about you
You placed the words inside me
I just construct the poems
like that there is a garden of words ready to honor you.