The night were young, and you had your day ruined. You came down to the unspoken and the restless. My eyes were never there to be fixated and pierced. But you see, at least I catch a little glimpse on the beauty of something sacred.
Universe works wonder, and I will always be its clueless victim. You and your anguish, me and my misery. The agony that supposed to end, somewhat prolonged creating an elegy. I wish to see more than just the stars in your eyes, I expected an eclipse and the galaxies.
But the space just as vague;
and so are the signs,
and so are the phantom ribbons,
and so are the invisible strings.
My dear, time has never been this magical.
To never told me about you, and only leaving me with junctures that comes together in the mess I keep creating.
Was it my mistake for not calling your name?
Was it my mistake to not step on the first move?
Was it my mistake to not leave my silly jest underneath your fake laughter?
You’re as foolish as I was, and we could’ve laughed on the dirty jokes that’s limited as ours only.
Tried to look over on your spectacles, I wanted to see where you were standing. A little far beyond my reach, are we really out of our own league?
The lady of the blazing fire that has never been such a mess before — but deep down I see that secret spot in you. One I never managed to reach, when your conviction was rooted on the day you choose to say, “Fuck that magnificent curse of your hazel orbs.”
See, love does not need to conquer anything at all, tiny fireball. How does it feel now that I got to call your name? Does it make you flutter? Or do I bring a whole zoo on your stomach? Make sure to remember mine either, will you?
It does not have to be the chivalry of the love itself, or else both of us would be heathens, for reaching out something so vague, the thing that has been right in front of our eyes, somehow far on to reach for.
Instead of love, have you thought of how the constant possibilities conquer you the most?If only I said something to you,
If only I called your blazes before your darkness,
If only I have the courage to know that you, in fact, wanted me too.
How sickening the universe to ever wanted two person that lands in the same place, yet refusing to bring them into the same roundabouts?
And it’s even more horrendous to think that whoever planned this on us, really sparking the old fire just right when we were in this awkward haven — if only I could beg to differ, I would probably be there to give you the longing bittersweet every weekend or so. It will always be a pleasure for me.
My dear, the world has been so cruel for both of us.
Me and my jagged ardor,
You and your broken smile,
Things that have never been underestimated in this hazel orbs of mine.
I knew that you would feel the scars lingering on your old wound,
and I would question myself, will I ever have the chance to draw the stars around?
Your contrarian shit will never stop to amaze me. Have I seen enough of your colour, or did I miss a shade? Let me know.
This message is for you — not my girlfriend,
for I believe that even someone who perhaps; crossed on my mind once or twice, a person who used to answer that silly questions lingering on my midnight.
The if only, if you may say.
You foolish dimwit.
