The flavor of life.
When you say thank you to me,
For some reason it hurts,
Like a magic spell that doesn’t
Get undone even after the good bye.
A hint of bitterness
The flavor of life
And sometimes, risking something to be with that someone is just inevitable. Like stabbing your back repeatedly and letting it bleed for no reason. And the words “thank you” could hurt sometimes and the magical spells that binds us will eventually lose its sparks and no more light can be seen. The memories will also lose its beauty and those cherished moments will be gone forever.
Stuck midpoint between friends and lovers,
Like an un-riped fruit dreaming about the day of harvest
Because of being unable to just move one more step forward
What’s causing this frustration baby
The smell of the blissful summer and the dreams we thought we could fulfilled will eventually be swept away by the cold wind passing through us. The quarrel between the friend and the lover could be a bigger picture than we thought. Colorful sights that we could no longer see; this is the beginning of the end.
Sweet talk and tasteless conversations.
It sparks no interest in me
Even when things do not go the way you want
It doesn’t mean you’ve thrown your life away
When asked ‘what’s wrong?’
I answer ‘it’s nothing’
The smile that disappears after goodbye
It’s unlike me
The bittersweet goodbyes we thought we could finally bid are being said repeatedly as if the autumn pain we thought disappeared a long time ago. Maybe, these sweet nothings could turn to bitter conversations we usually speak about. The coldness of your heart may go away but the stinging pain of love could just get bigger than you know.
The more I wish to believe in you,
For some reason it hurts even more
‘I like you a lot’ instead of ‘I love you’ sounds more like you
The flavor of life. The period when you suddenly remember the scent of someone, you had almost forgotten, I want to be able to openly and honestly cherish the white purity of the falling snow more A future tender and warmer than a diamond, I want to grasp it, in this limited time we have, I want to spend it with you.
The words “I love you” could hurt me more. Spending time with you can somehow ease the pain I’m feeling. Remembering the past will sure paint a smile in my lips and the chilling pain of the present can somehow be tearful. This could be the flavor of life. A hint of bitterness blends well with the sweetness of your smile and the sourness of the pain we felt for the past 4 years. And I agree with this goodbye. And for the last time, I will whisper these words to you; I love you.
When you say thank you to me,
For some reason it hurts,
Like a magic spell that doesn’t
Get undone even after the good bye.
A hint of bitterness
The flavor of life
The flavor of life.
Cath
Labels: broken love, love, melancholy, searching for some soul

