I still remember
the time when we
had our little infinity
We were both
hospitalized due to
our suicide attempt
and I now believe that
it’s possible for people
to be strong in the most
I still remember
the time when we
were having snacks
and we were only allowed
one cookie but you gave me
yours and I was an eater but
it didn’t really dawn on me that
you liked me.
One night after
the rosary you told me
that you had feelings for me
and I was surprised that such
a beautiful girl like you would
fall for a weird boy like me but
I liked you back, and I was happy.
The doctors were
concerned that our feelings
for each other may somehow
interrupt our healing and recovery
so the nurses would separate us every
time they saw us together talking.
I wrote you love letters
at that place and you wrote
a poem about Peter Pan I think
and how that was our first thing
to talk about since you knew that
I was a writer, and you wanted me
to see if it’s any good and I don’t know
if it was any good because all I could think
about is how much I’m like Peter Pan because
I never grow up and give up my magic.
You were the first to leave
that place after your few weeks of stay
and I had to stay a week longer because
they wanted to make sure that I was really
getting better and I did get better eventually
for I realized that some people really do have
it worse than me and of course I found you there
and love heals mental wounds.
We dated, and you gave me
my first kiss and you gave me
my second kiss and I tried to give you
what was left of my broken soul and you
didn’t put my feelings like a flower in a jacket
and I took you for granted because I was relapsing
and I had to let you go to heal, and now I’m all alone
sometimes without my depression to numb me from
the memory of you.
And I madly miss you
because you were my bad days
turned into good days and every night
I think of what it would be like to live in
a world where I never let you go and sometimes
I dream of that world and wake up to a world filled
with grief and regret knowing that maybe I’ll love you
for the rest of my fucking life and how I am possibly
eternally fucked without you.
The only thing more tender than broken memories are happy moments that we know we’ll never get to experience again.
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The first time we held each other’s hands I thought that there would never come a time when we would let each other go. We walked beside the seashore as we found home in every step we took as the setting sun melted our hearts and made them feel again. It was amazing. To be lovely with the girl I love.
“Come on skinny love just last a year…” I would sing.
And then silence.
And then I’m crying, and you’re crying.
The sun has already drowned in the deep blue sea.
“Why are you crying?” you asked. “Say something.”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “My brain is just so fucked up that some days I want to kill myself and I become so depressed and this moment right now is so perfect that I want it to last forever.”
“Why are you crying?” I asked back. “Say something.”
“This relationship is completely dependent on you,” you replied. “When you’re happy, I’m happy. When you’re sad, I’m sad. And sometimes you push me away, and I just don’t know what to do with us every time that happens.”
“Shhh,” I kissed her on the cheeks. “I will fight for us by fighting my demons.”