At times

Sometimes, there are nights when I can’t sleep,
Because reminiscing how your lower lips tastes,
Always gives me statics.
Friction like how the tv feels like,
Like how we always argue about nonsense things,
And how the moon goes up whenever I’m with you.
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s the way your head feels like in my chest, or the way your hair smells.
With all these tears and heartbreaks, you were the only thing,
So beautiful, it made me cry joy out of my eyes,
Seeing you alive. And seeing your neutral face when all you wanted to cry out was for someone to love you.
I’m sorry.
You have to deal with all these pain,
I may not take the sadness away, but know, I’m here.
I’m alive ready to see the sun go down with you.
I love you.