March Diaries

I’m forgetting the way you smelled

I’m forgetting the way you laughed

I’m forgetting the way your skin felt

I’m forgetting your sweet lips apart

Im forgetting a lot in the end

But I remember this part

Where I made you numb and i made you hum

I remember the long drives

I remember the way you cried

And truth be told july was your lie

What about it something I can never understand

She writes about me making her feel comfortable first

Me making her feel like home first

She writes about all the times she wanted to kiss me and I took a step back just because I never wanted to rush the things first

She writes about my patience first

How I never forced her to take her clothes off for me how I always helped her dress up after the dreams

She writes about my patience first

My dearest,

This is just the second one, and I'm already thinking about giving up. I don't know what to write about for the very first time. There are so many things about you to mention: the way you smile, the way you talk, the way your face lights up when the conversation is about my perceptions of you, or the way you blush when I flirt while blaming my past with these sweet words. Oh, there's so much! The way you frown when I mention cigarettes, or the way you get mad when some random girl talks to me, or the way I annoy you—there's no end! Or, should I write about the way you crossed each boundary out of emotions, yet I stayed? Or the way you believed someone random over what we built? Or the way you told me I broke my promises that I made—but what difference did you make?

Don't worry, I won't give up on these letters this easily.

From

I write to you in the quiet of love,

Even after all this time, I’m still numb.

I hold you dear,

Like the olive branch with the dove.

The world was cruel,

And so was my love, I wish to tell you,

It was never a bluff.

I never betrayed you, despite the rumors,

My love was never fake—so don’t dream up.

As Your smile lit up my skies,

While the world struggled to keep up.

I hate how you lost the trust that we built up,

Yet I was never the manipulator.

They fed you lies, hidden in sighs,

Is this the reason I’m still high?

I still observe, though I don’t know why—

Maybe because I remember the way you smiled,

Ahhh Was that the reason I fell in love?

I still write to you in the quiet of love,

“Painted Flowers”

I told her, I’ll paint you flowers —

because they won’t die.

I told her, I’ll respect your storms

through thick and thin, always.

I told her, I’ll never lie

until my flowers do die.

But who knew they were already dead?

So was her part in this folklore.

Who knew I was the only one

fighting the battles —

long alone

Admired everything over and beneath

From the tulips

To the confused face she made beneath

That warm light

To shake off the night

I’ve seen her fall asleep

Your gaze captivates, a spark in the night.

Your eyes, like stars, shine bright and wide,

Your lips, a gentle smile, my heart's pride.

Your laughter echoes, a melodic sound,

Your touch, a whisper, sets my soul around.

It was always you; I never saw past,

Maybe that made you think I didn't see at last.

But it was always you, from the very start to the end,

Every moment with you, my heart contends.

The way you smile, the way you sway,

Sharper than before. I'll return with promises galore,

More love, more stability, the same dreams in store.

But I'll come back, my heart still longing for more,