I remember how we are on sidewalks
You always walk beside me
You’re on the side where the vehicles pass by
You’d say that I’ll be safer that way
And I blush and feel how I am so lucky
Author: Mark Atong
Love grows, but it also ends
Love makes everything right
But it is not everything
There were times that I asked God
To help me unlove you because it hurt so bad
I bathed in hurt until it hurt a little less
I cried through hell until there were no tears left
You’ll easily get used to being not by his side
Even when he was near he made you wonder where he was at
You have made it out of his playground, carefully set up that summertime
Give yourself a break and not allow him to break you in two again this time around
Finally, I am in the point of my life where
I have a lower tolerance for projections of insecurities and overthinking
I am done with loyalty being measured by the speed of text responses
And I have no room for you telling me to avoid certain people
Because me befriending them makes you uncomfortable
Unless we are another kind of a game,
The one you call special
The one where you think you are good at but lose every single time
Are we the kind where “Good game!” is where it boils down?
You only choose the game you can win
But no, not this time
Touch me like he never did before
Like I always wanted to be touched by him
Like the touch, I now can only dream
it feels good, tastes like how a rebound should
me in your bed with only your plaid shirt on, thinking of him
you lying in your Calvin Kleins, dreaming of her
we were our summer getaway
we made us laugh but we never stayed
driving all day, kissing on the driveway
but breaking up by nightfall
I walked through life
with my wounds still bleeding;
healing myself in the process
only you had to blame.
So look at me now,
the angel that you never knew;
could still point out every single piece
of me I had learned to sew.