cluttered.

 

How do we organize our thoughts?

Like how do we know and pick which comes first and the rest later?

It has come to that point where writing it down becomes a struggle and ending up with an empty paper.

#1

 

You capture the beauty of the moon,

I capture the beauty of you.

 

Holding it dear and

Looking it back through my memory

Over the time, it fades and it gets blurry

But the way your beauty captivated me

And knocked the breath out of me

 

My heart never forgets.

when it gets a little too much to handle

It all threatens to come out at some point. The feelings I’ve been suppressing all these times, ones that I choose to ignore and pretend it never existed in the place— it suddenly bursts out today just because the thought of me seeing him again. Even though I know it wouldn’t happen. It’s not happening. 

I believed it disappeared. I believe I’ve moved on. I believe I no longer cared.

But the bitter truth is, it was just me pretending that it was gone.

But every little things that I do, what I see and what I remember, it all goes back to him.

“What if he’s here?”

“Imagine if it’s him.”

“Him.”

And you know what the funniest thing is?

We weren’t anything to begin with.