that moment when a film you saw months ago is so deeply engraved in your mind that you have to write something.
So,
you'll remember the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair feels in your hands and his stupid grin.
you'll trace the lenght of your arm imagining it's him.
you'll remember the timber of his voice and the warm breath against your chin.
you'll turn around every time when getting a whiff of the familiar scent only to see it's not him.
you'll walk the long way 'round to catch a glimpse of his shadow and be a regular at the cafe you saw him once in a desperate flee.
you'll get used to his memories haunting you and he frequents your dreams.
you'll try to move on and delete the pictures, burn the dried petals and donate the gifts.
you'll try to forget the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
you won't think of him when tracing your arm or getting a whiff of that scent mixed in the air.
you won't take the long way 'round and you'll find yourself a new cafe.
he won't be a passing thought in your mind and you'll dream new things.
you will move on and forget him.
you will take new pictures and buy yourself flowers, still get gifts.
you will go to meet someone else and try few drinks.
but when he tells you his name you'll remember his.
you will remember the shape of his lips, and the number of moles on his skin.
you will remember how soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
and you will cry because they have the same name but he is not him.
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So,
you'll remember the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair feels in your hands and his stupid grin.
you'll trace the lenght of your arm imagining it's him.
you'll remember the timber of his voice and the warm breath against your chin.
you'll turn around every time when getting a whiff of the familiar scent only to see it's not him.
you'll walk the long way 'round to catch a glimpse of his shadow and be a regular at the cafe you saw him once in a desperate flee.
you'll get used to his memories haunting you and he frequents your dreams.
you'll try to move on and delete the pictures, burn the dried petals and donate the gifts.
you'll try to forget the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
you won't think of him when tracing your arm or getting a whiff of that scent mixed in the air.
you won't take the long way 'round and you'll find yourself a new cafe.
he won't be a passing thought in your mind and you'll dream new things.
you will move on and forget him.
you will take new pictures and buy yourself flowers, still get gifts.
you will go to meet someone else and try a few drinks.
but when he tells you his name you'll remember his.
you will remember the shape of his lips, and the number of moles on his skin.
you will remember how soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
and you will cry because they have the same name but he is not him.
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till winter.
I long to be yours.
Hands anticipating the moment to be held by you under your soft gaze,
The moment your lips touch my cold skin my whole being trembles with the fire you lit.
I long to be yours, love.
I long to be yours,
Under the winter sun, I want to give you your wings back,
But my hands fall limp by my side, a butterfly rests on my finger.
Will you fly away if I give you your wings back, I whisper.
Butterfly flies away and I watch the sun rise, the leaves are pink.
There is still time for winter, can I long to be yours till then?
14.02.2024
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