running his palm on his chest
on withered scars that cover his heart
he remembered them sweet words vividly
what he said about love
about its wonders
about gliding through wheat fields
about lazy mornings
and skinny dipping in the ocean
he reread the poems
the little things
he hated it
you never leave the person you love
how can you abandon love?
eyes shut, he gently whispered
to forever close his doors
to shut people away
because everyone will leave eventually
and words, no matter how shiny they are
will lose its lustre when trials come
so he swore
with the remaining fragments of his heart on his clutches
to NEVER engage in love again
is nothing more
than an illusion
and a trap of wonderful promises
I know you're happy and I hope you always get what you deserve. I hope you fulfill your dreams and I wish I am there to chase them with you. I'm afraid you are the last person I will ever love.
I'm not okay yet but I will be eventually, because in the end, you having found happiness is what matters...
Though I'm not going to lie, deep in the subconscious part of my head is a spark of hope wishing that one day we will be together or maybe you having found the stregnth to give us another chance.