A Letter Written In The Past
Even if you have the smile as sweet as the honey that is being coated on a strawberry-flavored lollipop. Or, even if your voice was as gentle as the sound produced by the wind chyme - cascadingly rhythmic and beautiful hanging by our wooden door; you intimidated me in a way I could never comprehend. But even if so, I was still madly, deeply in love with you.
I wait for your calls like the flowers wait for the rain on cracked soil. I wait for you to come back to me like a child waiting for her mother to appease her because some bully at school chased her and now her favorite dress is torn. I wait for you like I wait for the stars in the morning because you, my star, ever far.. You never come.
And I cry more than the sky could ever spill rain on stormy days. Yet, despite the fact that my chest bones are piercing this delicate muscle beating inside my anatomy because I have chosen to love a man who could not love me back, I still can't get rid of you; unlike that old blood that has stained that blue-dyed warmed by our bodies, sheet.
You will always be a great part of my injured memory. And though I am hoping that these sustained bruises would heal, I do not wish to ever forget what we had. You are a beautiful scar.
From The Girl Whom You Considered Ordinary
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