I want to write you words that are greater than the sum of your victories, and less than the sum of my mistakes. Words that can be seen from the city's skyline and from the harbor that I call home because I don’t have grant gesture to show you how much I care about you perhaps I’d never have. Words that can withstand any distance put between them, because they are true with sincerity that still feel you even in the space between these white spaces. Words that are strong enough for both of us to live by or maybe just for me
I want to write you words that exist in my head and my heart right now, but will soon become only my to keep yet I don’t know how to write to you. I want to ensemble sentences that will fix the flux of emotions you felt, and passages that can connect two lonely dots that will live too far apart from each other on a world map, how everything is different with you, how my own heart fill the air yet makes space for you between each one call while my head loses sense with ground and yet I’ve nothing to show for it to you
I want to write you words that carry the weight of earnest affection and reach the delicate part of your ribs. They will teach you how to swim and carry the strength that pushes against the tides that pull the lonely in. They will harvest the waves of emotions that come with every ounce of uncertainty and doubt, that try to reach out to you in darkness, hoping to find traces of you, while I was missing talking to you wondering do you ever miss listening to me
I want to write you words that will teach me how to shake off promises that I have wrote at the end of every bottle when I see every crack within your silhouette and sincerely appreciate the beauty in your flaws; the ones that are sealed with a feeling that will never belong to us. I let each sip of the glass teach us lessons that shouldn’t be learnt. I let the poisonous liquid make too many mistakes for me to keep.
I want to write you words that will teach me how to outrun the shadows that arrive at my doorsteps late at night. They weave in and out of the stories you tells me with your hazel eyes each reminding me you were not mine to keep as I fall asleep without you by my side.
But these words will suffice all of that. They will be kinetic in sparks and motions. They will be sleep-strewn and disarrayed in stained sheets with rationality.
These words will tell you that I am here, and always will be here, that I loved you through every moment of your weakness within every atom of my existence, and that I will love you through the great dark sea ahead within every fiber in my honest bones...
