29 | our songs

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And I pray to God,
that I believe in so devotionally,
that all the songs you listen to,
remind you of no one but me..

And I pray,
that the cheerful songs remind you of me singing at the top of my lungs and off-key,
as I laughed joyously next to you in the car.
I pray that the heartbreak songs bring you the same melancholy I've been living in since you left, for it's only fair,
for the both of us to be broken over a love so beautiful and yet so unlucky...

I'm not going to lie though, my love..
I'm terrified.. terrified of you listening to new songs with someone new,
a girl lovelier than me, a girl luckier than I'll ever be.
I'm scared to death that you'll fall in love before I'm able to collect the broken pieces of my heart and put them back together again..

Does that make me selfish? Perhaps...
But how can I not be selfish when it comes to you, darling?
How can I not be overly jealous thinking that right now, you might be staring at her the same way you used to stare at me?
Or how is it expected of me to be able to live with the thought that you might be listening to our favourite songs with her..?
but what would I do, except sigh as I think of you, as I listen to our songs and reminisce over our lost days... hoping that at the end of the road, you'll sing our songs with me again..

-with love,

-with love,

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14/4/2021

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