
dear m.
you told me
“you are most beautiful when you smile”
(and I know you love it, along with my laughter. and that it wasn’t just sweet little nothings)
you was always there
giving me your entire universe
(you liked it when your presence made the smile you love surface)
you made me realise how much love could offer
and sky rocketed my expectations on it
thank you.
xx
dear d.
the days i spent with you
was days of never ending fireworks
and days where i laugh most in my life
the day u caressed me
was the day i first felt the effects of oxytocin
and the day i first felt so alone with someone right next to me
the day you left me
was when i first realized
that words are cheap and i love you's don't mean much
you’ll always be my favourite kind of nightmare
xx
dear a.
we held hands and called us a couple
you kissed me and called me your princess
i touched your cheek and called you my mario
but now, i think that may be the same
as calling a cotton ball a cloud
or calling specks of glitters torn diamonds
(they're all fakes, imitation)
with you, i considered love might be real
(but then, i also considered unicorns and neverland)
you told me
"you are happy being with me”
(but you let happiness slip easily, without a sign of grip)
i wished you were enough to hold onto but maybe you weren't.
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It was a short chapter, nevertheless interesting
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