(i) sometimes, I believe that it rains only for you.
you feel like the last song before the night ends,
and I, a burnt out cigarette’s stub,
forgotten in a tunnel in the middle of nowhere.
(ii) we’re a jigsaw puzzle on a Friday night,
with seventeen missing pieces
and half a story,
we remind each other of a semicolon;
in a sentence that never needed it.
(iii) we write our favourite songs on paper planes,
that are still trying to fly,
we sail them in ships,
and drown them after a forever,
four minutes is a forever,
half a letter is a forever,
an unsaid goodbye is a forever,
my unspoken words are a forever.
(iv) we sketch our hearts on our doors,
and break the doorbells,
before they ever ring,
we save the wreckage in our diaries
and call them home.
(v) I don’t think we’re very good at hiding
what we’re feeling,
our silhouettes whisper more secrets than we do,
our silences converse a lot more,
in between full stops.
like unwritten stories,
some days, we pretend that we’ll be okay.
(vi) I think that we’re all just trying to be the other half
of a constellation that forgets to shine on most nights,
some days, we’re really tired of trying to be,
like a triangle with unstraightened edges,
we’re always pointing towards different directions.
(vii) Some days, I wish I had your laughter recorded,
of all the people and places that I’ve ever been,
you feel like a heart worth beating for,
I’d beat for you.
(viii) sometimes, I believe that it rains only for you,
so I walk up to my roof,
once, twice, fourteen times,
in seven forevers,
and eleven goodbyes,
I have so much to say to you,
so much of my heart beats for you,
so I walk up to my roof,
forget that you’re not there,
and laugh a little.
sometimes, I know that it rains only for you.
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_unneeded semicolons;
29/06
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