Do You?: Part II

Do You series

Part II

Memories etched in every muscles I have

    I swear, I have forgotten about you

    I have kept you locked in a faraway place

    I have behaved

    Though my mind whispered, "Why not."

 

Every now and then your name comes up

    I feel that tightness in my chest

    That echo in my mind running loud

    Loud but voiceless, soundless

    Still it hurts

 

Wound from my fall left scars on my skin

    but it no longer hurt or bleeds

    It closes and dried up

    Then why the you that I can't see

    Lingers and pained me

 

Time heals all but memories

    Seeping through my unconsciousness

    Filling all cracks without fail

    The smallest flame ignites

    and I remember it all

Click here to read the Part I of the Do You? series or here for the Part III.

Do You?: Part I

Do You series

Part I

Physical pain versus memory that stabs me

every time I remember

and I do remember

just like I did before

I do it again

I used to dream the possibilities

of being the one you turn your head to

I was hopeful

but truth is not merciful

punched in the guts continuously

"Doing something repeatedly but hoping for a different ending,"

they called this insanity

guess I should be warded now

for I'm in pain

for I have done it again

What if one day I forget about you?

Completely with no residue

will peace finally visit me

or would it be the same

empty and void again?

In a parallel universe far from us

there is me and you

I hope we are strangers

because knowing you hurts

for I'm the one who remembers

 

 

Click here to read the Part II of the Do You? series or here for the Part III.

2.0 The Fallout

This is the continuation of The Waiting Girl series (yes it took me a long ass time to upload it, I'm sorry).

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The silence is deafening.

I can't focus on anything 

It's too loud all I hear is you

But you're not talking 

You're not replying 

God knows if you're lying 

The absence is suffocating. 

Too many people crowding the room

Like a packed can of tomato sardines 

Squeezing in between to communicate 

Lonely despite these people 

Because none of them is you

The distance is widening. 

I listened to them and initiated 

Making the first move was never easy 

No, it didn't work

They were wrong, mistaken 

Now we started drifting, we're drifted 

1.0 Break of Dawn

Don't listen to the he said she said

I met you and my heart thumped
and boy, how you knew
But you met me with her on your mind
oh honey, I'm freshly wounded too

Warning bells from my friends
and honestly I felt the fear
Seasons changed and you visited again
now I'm ready to lend you my ears

Don't listen to the he said she said

With a blank canvas you approached
"Can I paint us for keeps?" you questioned
Within a week you managed to sketch
Little did you know, the completed version in my head

Your paintings now a work of gold
Contracts dropping, and you were sold
Feeling proud, I side-stepped for you to grow
But no one told me that chivalry was old

Don't listen to the he said she said

"Our sketches, did you managed to finish it?"
I wanted to be able to ask
Taylor Swift on repeat to baby-sit
Protecting my cold heart like a warm flask

I tried not to let their words in
Clinging to promises and memories for guidance
Now please tell me of my sins
For their loud voices are now mine to listen


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