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Morning & Coffee

Her Hazel Eyes (Pt. 2 of Morning & Coffee)

Her Voice (Pt. 3 / Last Part of Morning & Coffee)

The Last Time We Met

Part 2 (Last Part of The Last Time We Met)

no more wondering what things kept you busy for you to have the strength to not make contact.

I stopped looking at your socials to make sure our pictures are still there.

what I also realize is that I stopped making sure,

of you.

you left like I’m obsolete, with a simple thank you and sorry.

I thought you’ll be the unrepairable rip.

the hardest downfall that’ll make me unrecognizable.

but here I am.

hurt, but whole.

where I still laughs my heart off, even when it’s not because of you.

That every time I get the chance to talk about him, I’ll be bragging about him like a proud mom.

About him.

All the words I decided to undo are rioting.

I was unsure. My knowledge of my own capability to deal with something that includes him with another woman was uncertain.

Deep down he knew he was too.

Should I go? When my prayers are for them to fall apart.

I’m selfish. A hypocrite.

but why does it feels like I’m watching other person?

I’m studying her face like it’s not mine.

I’m drowning,

deeper than ever and no one is pulling me out.

No one even try, no one even care.

I gave up on life for too long,

that darkness finally starting fo affect every inch of what’s left.

laugh.

sudden is an understatement.

it’s always been you.

I’ve been writing about you since the day you stumbled across my path.

15 poems are written while the silence listening to my head on your chest.

this words that I’m reading right now exist with the substance of our memory.