Literature, Poems, Uncategorized

How Could It Be

I dreamt of the good old times
And foresaw the possible good days
How futuristic could it be
When in spite the pain in the past
In my tomorrow, it’s still you I want to see

I remembered the small things you’ve done
And reminded myself that there’s nothing grand
But how amazing could it be
That with all your simplicity
I still can’t forget how extraordinary you are to me

I reminisced the words you’ve told me
And how much I wanted to hear your affection
How deafening could it be
That in spite all the silent treatment you gave me
I’d still choose you to sing love songs with me

I can still feel the agony of our sour dates
Filled with wrong choices of oversalted food
But how tasty could it be
That in spite all the bitterness
I’m still longing for that sweetness you’ve had for me

Oh how long will it take
When I think of you in every move I make
How pitiful could I be
As I hope we’re still together
Knowing, everyday, that everything was over

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Short & Random, Uncategorized

Wake Up

I dreamt of us – kissing. It was strange. Very unlikely for me to dream of. I should be happy, right? Because for the first time, I thought of you knowing that love was no longer unrequited for you. And of course, why shouldn’t I be? I could have had my first kiss if it was true.

But I rarely dream of sweet dreams. I dream of nightmares most of the time. And that dream I had of you was just another nightmare that might or might not come true. I should have known better.

Because in that dream, the moment your lips left mine, regrets came rushing in. Why? Why did I ever give my first kiss to you? I closed my eyes, knew your lips touched mine, tasted the mint you just had and felt the movement of our lips in sync. But that was all. I didn’t see fireworks, I never heard the birds singing love songs nor have I felt the spark that should have been there. And I knew just then, I’ll regret it.

Because that kiss, my first kiss, wasn’t magical. That kiss with you wasn’t magical. You were not magical. And although I know that love is not always magical, I know it will always be real.

Darling, all I wanted in my entire life was to escape from reality.