#rapgamefrangipane

I asked myself.

Wondering how from laughter and butterflies we got tears and hurricanes.

How did it become her instead of me when it was all you and no one else?

“How do we get out of here?”

I asked again.

It’s not fair! It’s not supposed to be like this! You’ll never hurt me.

You can never hurt me.

Or maybe that’s what I just thought.

But I felt I was right even if I already thought everything was going wrong.

Because I thought I knew better. I thought I knew you. And I thought I knew us.

We were already there, why did we get here?

“Did we really get there?”

I started doubting.

Doubting the circumstances, doubting the timing, doubting my thoughts, doubting you, doubting us.

I saw you weak but treat you strong.

I saw you hurt and made you well.

You made me long for the beauty in the mountains.

You made me smile without any reservations.

We held hands not to be clingy but to feel warm.

We stared each other’s eyes not to be watchful but to be inspired.

I am not counting deeds or memories to bring you back.

I am telling you random stories we will soon forget.

Stories you’ve written in me which I thought you’d love to read out loud someday.

Stories I’ve started wiping away because I truly know better now.

“Did we really get here?”

Did we? Or did I just?

Because I think before I got here, you already did.

Because I think while I was still there looking for you, you already got here from running away.

“Where do we go from here?”

Don’t ask me.

Now that I got here, there’s no more we.

Now that I got here, stop playing games with me. 

 Now that I got here, I’m leaving your memories now for real.

“Where do you go now?”

I ask you.

I don’t have to ask myself anymore.

I know where to go. I know what to do.

And now that I am moving on, what happens to you?

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