3years. 4months. 15days. by cconstantine, literature
Literature
3years. 4months. 15days.
I kissed you one last time before turning around.
I heard your nose make that little cracking sound, as so many times before.
I realized how your beard were looking nice and neat
and I tried to make some jokes about how we did this all backwards.
We started out as a couple, saying how much we loved each other
after time it faded into us being really close friends
and I can live with that.
Which is why I made the decision I made.
It is hard. It was hard.
But I believe with all my heart that this is for the better.
We'll be fine.
We'll still have each other.
Just not in the same way as we used to.
It's just so simple that I need to not fe
20years. 9months. 7days. by cconstantine, literature
Literature
20years. 9months. 7days.
I have had the great pleasure of enduring 20 years of life as a human being.
I've learned how to handle most pains.
Pains such as death, heartbreak and how it hurts when things change.
Or the needle in your eye people call "missing someone".
I have learned how to control my morale and ideas, when needed to.
I have learned that not only is it horrible to become an adult,
but you can't do anything about it.
And once you're in a place of acceptance of this fact,
you want to speed up the process.
It's confusing.
I am today 20 years of age. 20 years, 9 months and 7 days.
It's not much, although more for me than it's ever been.
But do you k
And when you no longer feel that the air that you breathe
can fill your lungs the way it's supposed to
I want you to remember that I am here.
That I am forever grateful for having you in my life and for
being able to help a friend in need.
For being able to help a friend feel a little better
about themselves.
And when you feel that the earth and the heavens no longer
have what you feel you need
and that too much has been thrown at you at once,
I want you to remember.
Remember our days together and remember that I am here,
I am here to do whatever I can to help
not only a friend but also
my sister.
I can't help but to wonder.
What you're doing.
How you're doing.
I can't help but to torture myself.
To go through old poems about you.
About us.
To go through memories of you.
Of us.
I can't bring myself to let go.
To stop looking up your Facebook page.
To stop wanting to throw up out of anxiety whenever I see a picture of you.
I can't help myself,
to after four years of not having you in my life,
to move on.
To let you go.
We said we'd always have each other.
I know that at least I, still stand by that promise.
I hope you're thinking of me from time to time.
That's all I can ask for.
Isn't it weird how we meet people?
The way we encounter other human beings as if they were toxin.
As if their mere presence could kill us where we stand.
We meet and greet with open arms and closed minds.
We smile and converse with wide mouths but keep our hearts shut tight.
Unless, of course, you've heard only good about a name.
Or if their new movie or freshly released album went well.
A nice face
Well fitted clothes
A body to match it
Well, how could one resist getting to know all that,
even though these might be the times you should keep your mouth shut.
God himself is watching by cconstantine, literature
Literature
God himself is watching
It is as if God himself was watching
Every move we make.
It is like He himself was trying to see
Every wrong turns that we take.
It is like we ourselfs have nothing to fear
Except that we fear every single thing.
It is like the world is on our shoulders
But we have not a clue of how to think.
So I am laying here before you
These massive words of stone.
So that everyone will see
You are in the end alone.
So it is like God is watching
counting the steps that we take.
Because sooner or later
we all will make a mistake.