#1 What I say and what I whisper
December 08, 2016
It's snowing. The night is crawling nearing daylight, I am still rendered restless with you taking a stroll down my thoughts. I wonder, where did we went wrong? Was it my fault? Was it yours? When did we stop choosing each other?
It's cold and I miss the warmth of your body pressed against mine.
A hand splayed on my waist, a familiar weight. These walls feel like bricks of ice. With every breath, it drew closer to me and I am counting every inhale and exhale only to suffocate.
I remember how you take your coffee. Cream and sugar. You've always liked your coffee sweet, maybe that's why you left. Maybe that's why I didn't stop you. My coffee have always tasted bitter.
It's cold and I miss the warmth of your body pressed against mine.
The curls of your hair tangled between my fingers, soft. I remember how you would prefer a breakfast date over dinner. How we would trade morning naps with sipping coffee down the street. You've always loved mornings, maybe that's why you left. Maybe that's why I didn't stop you. My life have always started as the night curtain falls.
I'm sorry that you prefer sunrise when I am sunset. I'm sorry for all the years you thought you've seen stars when I am just a stray meteor caught in your orbit. I'm sorry for what I said and what I whispered. I'm sorry for making you fall in love with a picture perfect illusion but not my skin and bones. I'm sorry I can't be your sunrise. I am a sun setting below the horizon, never the one rising from it.
n.a.
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