#nomorebadlove

the memory changes

— Rudy Francisco (via paper-fairy)

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I let him broke my fucking heart it’s nothing new

You make everything sound so easy i wish i can make you as happy as you make me but we are vintage our spare parts falling our hardisk full

Everything is a loud come back be here but we ran out of tickets and im your last season but you’re my little black dress id wear you any time and day and season and this is a loud come back be here but our ears are stuffed with all the things that could go wrong so we’ll hear it and i’ll miss it and we’ll love the way it sound but we’ll pretend like we can’t hear anything; not even the memories

we’ll think about each other at night and when we are at last alone with our thoughts and i wish you were next to me but everytime we met its just a hello and goodbye and nothing in between and nothing in between and nothing in between i guess this is how it goes until “nothing” doesnt hurt anymore

until “nothing” doesnt hurt anymore

such a shame, after all that, that this is how i remembered us

Aren’t your feet tired? Going on a circle like this.  If I stopped at my track, will you stop too? Will you continue to walk until you’re next to me, or will you let me move closer to you? Or if you stopped at your track, will a bridge appear so we can meet in the middle? Or are we going to look at each other in the distance forever? Will this distance ever get comfortable? If I got used to this distance between us, will you let me? If you got used to the distance, what am I supposed to do? 

Aren’t you tired? Going on a circle like this? Should I go slower so you can catch me? If I did go slower and you still don’t want to try to catch up to me, should I leave this circle?  If I take another path, will it still ends up back to you? Will you be there at the end? Or will I got lost at some heart else? If I got lost in some place else, will you care? Will we stop going on a circle? Will I be next to you at last?  Or will I finally get comfortable in somebody else’ heart?

Found this old poetry somewhere written in the back of a receipt. Spoiler alert, he did not wait. Spoiler alert, he kept going and coming like I’m a food in the microwave that is not ready yet.

I. When you said ‘who the fuck do you think you are? You think I would wait for you?’ my mind are flashed by all them time you’ve waited for me, and your smile that followed after your eyes locked into mine, and the warm that spills all over my lungs.

II. I’ll keep all the words I never get to say to you, and you keep yours. We don’t need to hear it. I’ll break my pen and you break yours, I’d rip all paper in sight. We don’t need to write the next chapter. Closure came in many faces and the one we get is the one without words.

III. I hope our next hapiness won’t ever intertwine ever again. I hope our smile never rise at the sight of others again. Your eyes doesn’t curve at that familiar crescent and the sounds of my chuckle doesn’t reach your ears. I hope our excitement never get to beat in unison again.

IV. Blame it on the cultural differences then we blame it on 'never the right time’. But maybe the fault wasn’t in our stars, the fault was in us. Two clock that doesn’t tick at the same time yet insist on chanting an unharmonious choir. Magnets that kept repelling but can’t help getting attract to each other. I’ve been swallowing all my metaphor cause it hurts to write them down, they kept saying how from the very first beginning we never got a chance.

V. Did you receive the alarm in red screaming regrets, too? There’s nothing kind here anymore. What our heart really needs wasn’t each other.

VI. I hope we never got another chance. I am ready to feel whole again.

I am the rainy cities that leaves you shaking. I am the ghost knock on your door. I am tying our red threads then snapping them again. Now there’s no more thread left to tie so I am losing my mind. You are walking in the opposite direction of mine. I understand why you should but I don’t like it. I could’ve just called your name, but I understood.

In this station, our heartbeat race one another in secret. I smiled to every words you said, but only one day later when you’re not around. When you’re around, though, we act the same plays as every other goodbyes. Swearing we’ll never try this again but we still keep the script tucked in our jeans.

I like your eyes better when I’m reflecting off them, and I like my laugh better when you’re here to hear it. I want your daylight not just your midnight. My hand is only steady when it’s holding yours. When it doesn’t though, it recites lists reason why it should stay this way. But you always let mine go so it kept staying this way. I don’t like it, but I understood.

Memory has strong teeth so I took them out one by one and scattered them around my messy room. If I pick it up again one day, good. If I never pick it up again, even better. I lose them perfectly, but they came back like metals to magnets once your smile got into my eyes. I could’ve just stop making new memories, but this part I never understood why.

You wanted certainty but I am the girl who only knows how to bleed poetry. I am the girl always thinking too much but never about the right thing. When I asked you to linger longer, you said no. I wanted to change your mind, but I understood better.

— We never bothered to complete the puzzle cause the final picture keep saying we are not for each other; so I deliberately lost one piece on purpose

~ Ocean Vuong, On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous

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