the nowhere of believers.

25

I don't want to say goodbye,
I wanna run with you
like I lost my mind.
my time is so short,
just like how happy moments are racing to escape from my life.
and I need to close my eyes,
imagine how simply beautiful,
us could be.
and there we go,
everything's dangerously amazing.
just like car races,
screams, and laughs.

I wanna be your no-money-
I'm-sorry-one-ice cream-
for-both-of-us person.
I wanna be the one holding
the half of your body,
when you're sleeping
in the car.
everyone thinks you can get your
lover after marriage.
I can strangely believe that even when you're young, you can find it all, noticed by eyes.
what's Really next to you, what you think of when you
hear the word
" home " automatically.
a place that exists in your mind.
flawless things.
and I, I found that,
I belonged to him.
I belonged to the floor
he sits on so he can smile
whenever there's stars and clouds.
I belonged to his apologies
of being late on the second date.
I belonged to his room.
I belonged to his doors, his keys.
I belonged to his warm hands.
and I couldn't loose all of this,
reality wants to give me no Romeo to my Juliet.

but I thought,
is there a way to sacrifice myself
to be included
in their romance company?
how could they put rules of love
in lists?
more like why?
If were breaking all rules to get it.
it's so disrespectful
for hopeless souls.
they can mess anything even if
they ain't doing too much.
everything disappeared
to the poor souls,
finding them watching drama scenes. the darkest spots of themselves,
that became very old.
drama scenes are so alive,
living for years in
our lives with no permission.
just as how bad things
are being cycled.

so now you think,
love is knowing what you're doing?
or breaking rules?
and being lost is a road
to know how to live?

we need love to be lost
and over come, to live.
we need to live,
to find the real place
avoided from foolishness of love.
like were born again.

-ClaryElvis