our song in my headphones doesn’t feel the same anymore.
when my friends ask about you,
I fake a laugh,
but deep down,
my heart aches a little… just from hearing your name.
I know you’re somewhere
out there,
some distant place.
I want you back,
but I know my verses won’t guide my steps back to you.
may you at least meet someone
who gives you flowers,
who dances with you,
who loves you
the way I once did.
the rain comes with one single purpose:
to ruin even more what’s already broken.
that day,
the sound of the rain—
which once brought me comfort—
became nothing but a disguise for my tears.
and as I remembered
that all my recent poems,
the ones I’d written through the weeks,
had been thrown away,
I felt my chest grow heavy again.
I couldn’t bear this pain anymore.
I didn’t want this pain anymore.
all my dreams with you
were slowly
dissipating on the horizon…
little by little,
a majestic vision
of what it means
to feel impossible to be loved—
yet completely capable of still loving
the one who never knew how to say the same.
I don’t know how long
I can keep loving you,
but
probably,
as long as my heart keeps beating,
it will choose
to chase after you.
