You were one of the few things
I know I’m bound to lose
You were like the first sip of coffee
I know will run out as I go on
But I drink anyway
Because I love how it tastes like
How every drop feels like life
Or how its scent wakes me up
Or how its warmth lasts in my stomach for hours
But it didn’t wake me up from the reality
That I didn’t have you
That what we have is just a dream
A fiction well curated for the dreamer that’s within me
What if
The numerous what ifs I’ve asked
Could’ve outweighed the times I should’ve asked it while studying
Imagining scene after scene
of what’s going to happen
If it’s about to end
or If it’s bound to continue
I felt like Dr. Stranger
Meditating on the possibilities of a soon to fail love
The only difference is
I found no escape to an ending
We were bound to break
I know that from the start
But could you blame me?
if I told you that
you looked so much like love
and felt so much like home,
that my heart sped up a bit,
my lungs struggled for more air,
my feet were unable to move forward
and my soul can’t even resist?
You were one of the few things,
I know I’m bound to lose.
I didn’t want to.
But still
I lost you.
