That is you.
For tracing your number on my phone
Every time you text me
Until every digit is burned into memory
For wanting to call you
At 3 am in the morning
So that these overwhelming feelings
Wouldn’t over flow and leave me sleepless for another night.
For wanting to wipe
The constellation of tears that hangs on your lashes
When you weep the tears
You try so hard to hide
But they escape any ways.
But it’s also your fault
For being too damn beautiful when you cry
For being too damn lovable for me to hold
For being too damn perfect when you find me for comfort.
I want you to take responsibility
Of the mess you’ve made of me
I love you
I just love you
Everything that is you.
You don’t love me too.
A/N: Have I been watching way too much anime? I’ve been marathoning Junjou Romantica and Sekai Ichi for the past 3 days like I don’t give a damn that it’s raya anymore.
There’s something beautiful about Japanese Poetry. They hold so much impact in just a word that the emotion couldn’t be brought over in English.