You know, the heart beats
for whoever hurt it the most,
whose silence became the noise of the world,
and you hated that absence
that ached through the cry of your heart.
Someday, we had met
and I had stopped strolling alone
through the streets that succumbed me,
through the lies that I found myself
stranded in,
through the whisper
that wasn’t just mine anymore.
And it felt like the world had lighted up
into a burst of flavors that sparkled
through the shadows where I thought
I was alone.
But I wasn’t anymore,
not when you introduced me to the darkness
whose essence was just devoid of love,
who was like me, only a bit more black,
but that was fine
as long as you were there
to hold my hand
and show me the different shades of friendship.
And like that,
another someday, everything broke apart.
Crushing, like falling back
infinitely,
like there was an end,
just never in my path
and the fall kept stinging me
through the memories that were scared
to come out
and feel the reality
of your breaking up.
It was hard, but I made it through
like you had taught me to.
I accept the anger and hatred
you feel for me,
for the disgust that something indulged in you,
and you didn’t let me be a part
of that realization.
I came to accept that too,
like the darkness you let me feel the light in.
For buddy, I can never come to hate you,
I can’t ever forget
of how it was never about holding onto memories
but just letting oneself fly
and soar in what is called
‘today’.
I’ll keep the good ones,
even when reasons fail
and I break apart,
even when it’s your loneliness
that haunts me,
or the remembrance
of the kiss we had
with each sip
of that savory sweet creamy bliss.
I’ll hug those moments
when my tears fought for you,
when happiness didn’t need defining
but just a presence
and that was all I ever wished for.
I’ll keep the good ones,
waiting for that smile
that you made
when we were together.
I’ll always keep the good ones
alive.
·love