writing this conventionally as i would've last year, felt like putting on shedding skin. i have grown since then.
i could milk the words, but it'd taste like water. stirring an empty pot doesn't do much help either.
damn, why is this so hard.
three years of temporary eternities // darling, don't you understand what this means? // i've grown houses and built roots, ran through thoughts and stared at meadows. // i could lie and say i know what i'm doing with life, // but why when the unknowing seems far more appealing? // damn, i've been here since the beginning of forever and for the first time // i'm okay with that.
i already wrote my darling a letter, so i refuse to ruin a message that's since proved it's point. (nevertheless, i still love you).
i had some rough moments and took it out on my best supporter, he deserves my sincerest apologies for being at the receiving end of my foul moods. (love, i'm sorry, i'll text you when i'm ready.)
then there's her: call me, my love, and it'll never be enough // say my name, it'll come across rough // no, stare into my soul and whisper something new // only then will you understand our bond and strength of us two. // time rips apart lovers, // they're cruel and unfair // but honey, there's no me if there isn't you. // i've stumbled across our origins // stitch together excuses from tongue-tied tuesdays // and picked at your pieces like roses // only for reading. funny, that came out poetically when i was attempting for simplicity. who knew prose was a weakness as abstracts were my sins? (i'm sure you knew that honey, i know you did.) recently i've been thriving, in the ways i know how, but i can feel the impending falling of my soul, somehow. yet, i refuse to acknowledge, until time comes running; until then, i'm doing fine, thanks for asking. and before there's an ending, i just one to say one thing: i felt like we've always been on the same wavelength. i fell for you back when everything was new, raw in the purity of beginnings. your words became pills that i popped daily, withdrawals for your absent mindings. and there were feelings i had known but could not explain properly; then i learned you knew exactly what i was thinking. every time i log on, i think about you. i still consider you my girlfriend if you promise to let me support you. already you've soaked me with personal poetries, so don't apologize for the lack of one currently. you helped me grow as well, countless times i found a muse with you. so thank you as well. and you're welcome, this journey's been amazing. truly.
i stopped counting stars // the day i learned, i couldn't bear them all. // shattering heart become the only noise // to hear. why couldn't // i love all and that be enough? // because there's far too many beauties // and time's unfair. // so thank you to those who formed // their own constellations and claimed me // for part of their origins. // i desired to make a difference // the day i found my person // and knowing the lives i've changed // simply through writing // has my heart screaming // with joy you can't explain properly. // you're a star that shines, // just as bright as i // and yet you thank me // for being me. // so it's my turn, // to thank you // for support my identity searching // (where i used writing as coping) // and for being // a star // in this gorgeous galaxy. // 'cause 382.......there's so many of you *cries happily*
lastly, i can't promise anyone activity; life, work, and school are draining. but i promise to always bring joy when i can. i promise to never stop writing, even if one day there's none to share. i promise you support, and for you to know there's never a tragedy you should bear alone.
eventually, there will be a part 2. eventually.
also, you didn't actually expect me to write within the "prompt" did you? psh, i gave up that a long time ago when my fingers decided they liked to write with my heart, not my mind.