It's been months since I've seen your face. Months since I've smelled your skin, and months, since I've tasted your name in my mouth. It's been months. Months, since my name was at the end of your toungue. Months
I tried. I know I did. I tried to love more, to doubt less. I tried to cover the mistakes that in the end I didn't even do. And for what? All for you, to love me back. A hint of hope in this cruel grab of friendship.
Sitting in a coffee shop thinking about yesterdays. Thinking about how many tomorrows life will bring, when all I wanted was a few todays.
My own skin feels like a stranger's place. It's like it's covering the dust and debris that was hidden on the inside for decades. Piling up. Like I'm a hoarder for bad memories.
...and so tomorrow, when I raise my hand towards the sky, when my eyes see nothing but freedom, remember me as I once was, but accept me for who I am now.
Sea, I keep on falling for you. I keep longing for you to take me in. To teach me how to breathe again. To embrace me and to love me like hate does not exist.
I came home after months and my favorite tea shop is not here anymore. I am sipping my morning tea, like I did here every morning, but somehow this time the tea has a more bitter taste. Same city. Nothing has changed, but yet everything did.