He’s never been patriotic, but I can never help but talk in my mother tongue whenever I was with him. He’s the first person you’ll go to when you have to ask about school. He’s always seen himself as a pillar – a plain block of nothingness, with no other purpose than to support the people around him. And I was a stupid painter who fell in love with the idea of blank canvasses, and painted him with all the colors of my soul. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that, you can show your love to a canvass by filling it from head to toe with a splash of paint, and it will still be incapable of giving anything back. He was naught but a reflection of my own soul, despite the fact that I painted him in the hopes that one day, perhaps, he’ll show me his own.
[A/N: Created year 2012]
We promised not to forget, but why do we act like we don’t remember?
We used to laugh at everything, but why do we not greet each other anymore?
It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but we knew this day was coming,
We pretended anyway, but the future was always there, looming, waiting.
We promised it won’t end this way, but all those promises were for naught,
Suffering in the moment called today, no longer in the warmth we once sought.
It shouldn’t have ended this way, pretending not to know, pretending not to care.
But we do it anyway, and it pains me to know you’re always there.
We promised, we promised! We jested but deep inside we meant it,
When we said, “Together, we’ll face what was coming”
It was a thread that to something more, we trusted each other not to cut it,
We didn’t, but instead did the unimaginable. You let go, I started lying.
We ended up going our separate ways, saying goodbye to our counted days.
Not really what we wanted, there was still so much to say.
But behind the regrets and the pain of losing you,
No matter what happens, I’m still hoping for us, together, tomorrow.
Does your breathing change when we’re at proximity
Do your eyes linger a little longer when you look at mine?
Is your hand afraid of touching me
The way mine always does, every single time?
Has your heart ever twisted in pain?
Have your lips quivered a little before speaking?
Is your soul afraid to touch mine, afraid to maime,
That is why you stick to dreaming?
How much do you even think of me?
Do you even think of me at all?
Is it even worth it knowing,
when I’ve already made the fall?
Why do I always chase the ones ahead
When they do not even turn to see?
They didn’t hear what I just said,
“Why do I not look at the one looking at me?”