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we lost to gravity
Sep. 7th, 2017 08:51 amwe were flying, weren't we?
we were flying high, laughing at the simplest thing, being happy. you smiled, admiring my wings as i caressed your cheeks. curled up on your couch watching yet another japanese drama with cliche plots, at least we both love the cheesiness. you and i talked about stars and how the stars burn and die, and we forgot about the fact that we're supposed to do some chemistry work instead of astronomy. i traced the constellations on your freckles and you told me about how they moved from your cheeks to my eyes.
we were flying and we were a bit scared--or I was scared. Because the world is spinning too fast and the stars are burning too bright, before you cupped my cheeks with your hands, telling me that it'll all end up in beauty. The stars might die and the world might stop spinning, but we had already found home within each other.
It was all beauty for a moment. but hey--i guess that's the thing about beauty, isn't it? it's only a matter of time before the ugly of the world ripped it all.
we lost to gravity, and we fell. it happened in a flash. it was half past two in the morning and i could see the spark of your wings faded, and suddenly they were gone. because they were there when we were in love with each other. you were in love with me. and then you're not. and it disappeared, and you fell--
and i fell too.
but i guess after all that, it made sense that i get scared everytime i feel like i'm happy. because suddenly it feels like this big world, great universe can't seem to hold me up anymore, and at the end i'd always lose to the gravity, and
falling isn't really
my favorite thing
we were flying high, laughing at the simplest thing, being happy. you smiled, admiring my wings as i caressed your cheeks. curled up on your couch watching yet another japanese drama with cliche plots, at least we both love the cheesiness. you and i talked about stars and how the stars burn and die, and we forgot about the fact that we're supposed to do some chemistry work instead of astronomy. i traced the constellations on your freckles and you told me about how they moved from your cheeks to my eyes.
we were flying and we were a bit scared--or I was scared. Because the world is spinning too fast and the stars are burning too bright, before you cupped my cheeks with your hands, telling me that it'll all end up in beauty. The stars might die and the world might stop spinning, but we had already found home within each other.
It was all beauty for a moment. but hey--i guess that's the thing about beauty, isn't it? it's only a matter of time before the ugly of the world ripped it all.
we lost to gravity, and we fell. it happened in a flash. it was half past two in the morning and i could see the spark of your wings faded, and suddenly they were gone. because they were there when we were in love with each other. you were in love with me. and then you're not. and it disappeared, and you fell--
and i fell too.
but i guess after all that, it made sense that i get scared everytime i feel like i'm happy. because suddenly it feels like this big world, great universe can't seem to hold me up anymore, and at the end i'd always lose to the gravity, and
falling isn't really
my favorite thing
