Infinite

I heard there are infinite parallel universe(s) where you and I exist the same yet differently. In one of those, we could have chosen different careers and we could have made our childhood dreams come true. Maybe while I’m lost in this universe, I am thriving in the other. While I can’t find purpose here, I have found my resolve in the next parallel universe. And it goes like that like we have different versions of ourselves that are the same but not quite.

But more than anything, I’d like to keep the faith that the love we have lost here blossoms elsewhere. That there are versions of you and me who have stayed together through hurdles we couldn’t overcome. I’d like to believe that somewhere out there in the vast space, where in the night all I could see are splatters of light, out of reach- live a different us where we made it way we promised we would.

And maybe we can let go right now knowing that our happy ending still exists in another universe.

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We can pretend

Maybe I can take you home just for tonight, just this once and we can fake feeling alive in each other’s arms

Maybe you can hum a song as I rest my head on your lap and I’d finally fall asleep over resltess nights of regrets and sorrows

Or I can hold you and kiss your lips and pretend we’re not strangers so I could breathe again from cold chains holding me by the heart

And I’ll kiss your neck from your jaw to the bone above your chest to relive the feelings I had before enough to keep me awake at night

I’ll explore your body like I’d find familiarity and calmness way I used to when she wrapped me in embrace

And you can tell my why you’re in a place like this, dripped in tears when you whisper to me someone else’s name

Maybe we can stay like this just for tonight, just this once and we can pretend we’re holding somebody else until sunrise

The Storm

I buried your memories piece by piece from what I can let go from time to time until all that was left was dirt on my hands, but even then I can’t seem to wash you away. I could rub off the colour of my skin but not you underneath my fingernails from when I buried them in your skin as I screamed for your name.
You were the storm and I was hoping you’d let me see the sun in your darkness but now I’m burning all that we were along with unread letters I’ve sent to you even when I can write them all over again and word by word -after all, all I’ve ever known is to run after you, and I’m afraid that maybe, I will always do.