cielo

taught me things i was supposed to know

taught me a hint of maturity

with an ounce of softness

made me feel important more than I did

did stuff no one did

on the floor we were

watching the white ceiling

laughing like a maniac on the little expression on your face

i remember reminding myself that it will be a memory in a sec

is it me

or its the little insecure people who don't leave a chance to make me feel miserable

does it matter

because the blame as much is it theirs

It comes all up to me too

I let all that rot me

can't blame the gravity of just the vulnerability

with my side-eye

I take a glance at your eyes

your face glowing in innocence

standing there with no emotions on my face

a feeling of nothingness and not a thing in my brain

you rode past me with your significant aura

which I recognized in diminutive time

it is a little disheartening how I can't converse anymore

but reminiscing the memories is what I adore

letting go was indeed daunting

but it is a part of self-growth

the frightening part is, after letting you go

the only growth happening is of dismay and regret

every ounce of you reminds me of the exemplary moments of this world that I,yet, have to live

every vulnerable moment of you reminds me of the bravery you hold to overcome it

every joyful tick you live reminds me of the dwarf things that make you unexplainably happy

after crying and making yourself physically sick, you decide to let go and move forward

you definitely do deserve, for an act like that, an award

but I am not in a position to be a giver; you would be thunderstruck to see yourself from a different perspective

but the ounce of you that stays silent is me; I am the self-love you don't like to see.

-vi

I wonder what to think about

I've heard that humans when under a starry night

think about the most precious things they have ever experienced

I am in a state of denial because terrible things don't analyze before

showing up.

they simply flow and come across to the most innocent ones

-vi

a little part of me wants to restart 

thinking about how i should’ve just listen to my heart 

but now that each of it is falling apart