square 01.

the nights get blurry,

as my vision

and my mind

they're back on the mission

of telling me, you were the dream

that came true;

you were the hopes i kept on wishing

that went alive.

they kept on asking me,

why you, out of all people

out of everyone i had been with;

out of everyone i could be with

some days, too,

i kept on asking myself the same question.

though it's still ringing in my head when you broke my chest,

it's still ringing in my head

when you broke my chest

but the sounds

that kept me up at night

aren't the same

no, they don't know about you

or how you were there for me,

11 p.m. when i'm about to burst into panic

you were there to tell me everything will be alright.

you made sure i was alright.

oh, and they don't know about

those little rituals we have

when you asked me out for lunch

but you had black coffee instead.

they don't know how we talked about how vulnerable we are

they don't know how you made sure it's always okay to be imperfect.

they don't know how easy it was to spend hours

just to lay beside you and talk about everything that went right 

and everything that went wrong.

they don't know

how the memories of it all,

keeps killing me at night.

i can't face the evening straight.

but you can offer me escape

houses move

houses speak.

i tightened my hug as you sped up your bike.

it was half past eleven, and i was singing Radiohead's True Love Waits 

on the back seat

as the night wind harshly caress

our happy faces.

days with you were easy

as easy as rose petals falling to the surface

of the broken hearted poet's wooden table.

as easy as the water that rushes down

reaching out to the ground, 

running on your cheeks.

you are my center when i spin away

out of control.