A car passes by this dark alley. The headlights illuminating this dark peaceful walkway. In the moment that light shines its warmth near our intertwined heat, I lost it. The cooling breeze of sends those chills, brushing past my knuckles, making me feel like the temperature dropped a little. Used to the darkness that house us, I didn’t bother turning to look at you in confusion. Gone were the days where I suspected that I was the shame you had to carry around. Now I just keep my freed hands in my pockets.

 

Then darkness of a quiet street comes back to greet us. I know you tried to reach out to find my hand. I know I should have taken my hand out of pocket once that car’s engine could no longer be heard. Yet I didn’t. I kept it in. I heard you sigh. Being homeless and pitching a tent in the dark is no fancy house that I had bid for. You and I know this.

 

We know this.

 

I turn to face you. You had a straight face. Staring at the road ahead, walking beside me with a meter inbetween. Did you take my hand being in the pockets of the pants I bought as a little act of defiance?I turn to face you. ‘I am not being a child.’ I stated. This casued your steps to halt. You didn’t sigh our of experation. We passed that stage. You simply face me and laid out your arm, palm facing to the night sky that protect us. ‘You are not a child.’ You reply.

 

My hand creeps out of my pocket but didn’t reach for your warmth. It was then did you sigh. I didn’t dare look at you. It is guilt. It is. I feel your disappointment. ‘Is it?’ You ask. Your tone didn’t change. You were serious. I am on the fence. The worst fact is that all the emotions within was understandable by the other opposite. I wish it wasn’t so. I want to hide. I want to run away. I want to stay. I want… ‘I want you.’ I confessed.

 

‘But.’ You added on. The skeptic that you are. The pessimist that the worlld made you. The honest person you pride yourself. I hate how you know. ‘I want you.’ I said. My eye becoming a little bit teary. These feels repeated. This problem, this issue, this....this ‘us’, like waves continously crashing on the rough shores, nothing totally accurate, nothing totally out of place, just an insignificant part of life’s abundant facts.

 

‘I want the eyes to fade. To simply pretend that if captured, we bring smiles on other’s faces. Pretend that all horses are unicorns. Paint these dirty grey pavements with a shade a rainbow. I want to make people happy. I want us to be happy. I hate the coward I became to be. The paranoid individual of every glimmer of light I come across in our darkness. I don’t want the darkness to be our playground. I don’t want our love to be homeless, hopeless and helpless. It will just bleach us into the darkness. I want to hold you. Kiss you. Maybe I just really want to tell you I love you with no fear of being heard. Just because, I really do love you.’

 

By the end of my outpour, my eyes downpoured. I felt small. So small with the grand love I held for you. I’m now wailing. Being that absolute embarrassment I fought so hard not to be. You didn’t reply. You simply pulled me in. Hugging me tightly, holding the weak me in your arms, I felt your warmth. The warmth that skims and fades on a normal basis, now strongly engulfed my tiny being. You don’t apologise. You simply my hair lovingly.

 

When I had settled down, you simply take my hand in yours as we walk in darkness. We didn’t speak for the next hour. In silence, under the night sky, surrounded by the quietness of night, we walked around the park by my house for an additional three time more than usual. Nearing the lift lobby, our hands naturally parted. The red lights of the survallence camera like a sniper’s scope aiming at our heart.

 

Just before the transparant glass concluded this scene, the waves of your sad voice trickles in. I stare as you walk back on your own. Your back slightly less broad. Your happy outlook on life now dimmed to blend with the lack of street lamps. I went up,  opened the door to this house. To the place where I had envisoned us being…us. ‘I hate our secret love song too.’ I replied.

A car passes by this dark alley. The headlights illuminating this dark peaceful walkway. In the moment that light shines its warmth near our intertwined heat, I lost it. The cooling breeze of sends those chills, brushing past my knuckles, making me feel like the temperature dropped a little. Used to the darkness that house us, I didn’t bother turning to look at you in confusion. Gone were the days where I suspected that I was the shame you had to carry around. Now I just keep my freed hands in my pockets.

 

Then darkness of a quiet street comes back to greet us. I know you tried to reach out to find my hand. I know I should have taken my hand out of pocket once that car’s engine could no longer be heard. Yet I didn’t. I kept it in. I heard you sigh. Being homeless and pitching a tent in the dark is no fancy house that I had bid for. You and I know this.

 

We know this.

 

I turn to face you. You had a straight face. Staring at the road ahead, walking beside me with a meter inbetween. Did you take my hand being in the pockets of the pants I bought as a little act of defiance?I turn to face you. ‘I am not being a child.’ I stated. This casued your steps to halt. You didn’t sigh our of experation. We passed that stage. You simply face me and laid out your arm, palm facing to the night sky that protect us. ‘You are not a child.’ You reply.

 

My hand creeps out of my pocket but didn’t reach for your warmth. It was then did you sigh. I didn’t dare look at you. It is guilt. It is. I feel your disappointment. ‘Is it?’ You ask. Your tone didn’t change. You were serious. I am on the fence. The worst fact is that all the emotions within was understandable by the other opposite. I wish it wasn’t so. I want to hide. I want to run away. I want to stay. I want… ‘I want you.’ I confessed.

 

‘But.’ You added on. The skeptic that you are. The pessimist that the worlld made you. The honest person you pride yourself. I hate how you know. ‘I want you.’ I said. My eye becoming a little bit teary. These feels repeated. This problem, this issue, this....this ‘us’, like waves continously crashing on the rough shores, nothing totally accurate, nothing totally out of place, just an insignificant part of life’s abundant facts.

 

‘I want the eyes to fade. To simply pretend that if captured, we bring smiles on other’s faces. Pretend that all horses are unicorns. Paint these dirty grey pavements with a shade a rainbow. I want to make people happy. I want us to be happy. I hate the coward I became to be. The paranoid individual of every glimmer of light I come across in our darkness. I don’t want the darkness to be our playground. I don’t want our love to be homeless, hopeless and helpless. It will just bleach us into the darkness. I want to hold you. Kiss you. Maybe I just really want to tell you I love you with no fear of being heard. Just because, I really do love you.’

 

By the end of my outpour, my eyes downpoured. I felt small. So small with the grand love I held for you. I’m now wailing. Being that absolute embarrassment I fought so hard not to be. You didn’t reply. You simply pulled me in. Hugging me tightly, holding the weak me in your arms, I felt your warmth. The warmth that skims and fades on a normal basis, now strongly engulfed my tiny being. You don’t apologise. You simply my hair lovingly.

 

When I had settled down, you simply take my hand in yours as we walk in darkness. We didn’t speak for the next hour. In silence, under the night sky, surrounded by the quietness of night, we walked around the park by my house for an additional three time more than usual. Nearing the lift lobby, our hands naturally parted. The red lights of the survallence camera like a sniper’s scope aiming at our heart.

 

Just before the transparant glass concluded this scene, the waves of your sad voice trickles in. I stare as you walk back on your own. Your back slightly less broad. Your happy outlook on life now dimmed to blend with the lack of street lamps. I went up,  opened the door to this house. To the place where I had envisoned us being…us. ‘I hate our secret love song too.’ I replied. 

A car passes by this dark alley. The headlights illuminating this dark peaceful walkway. In the moment that light shines its warmth near our intertwined heat, I lost it. The cooling breeze of sends those chills, brushing past my knuckles, making me feel like the temperature dropped a little. Used to the darkness that house us, I didn’t bother turning to look at you in confusion. Gone were the days where I suspected that I was the shame you had to carry around. Now I just keep my freed hands in my pockets.

 

Then darkness of a quiet street comes back to greet us. I know you tried to reach out to find my hand. I know I should have taken my hand out of pocket once that car’s engine could no longer be heard. Yet I didn’t. I kept it in. I heard you sigh. Being homeless and pitching a tent in the dark is no fancy house that I had bid for. You and I know this.

 

We know this.

 

I turn to face you. You had a straight face. Staring at the road ahead, walking beside me with a meter inbetween. Did you take my hand being in the pockets of the pants I bought as a little act of defiance?I turn to face you. ‘I am not being a child.’ I stated. This casued your steps to halt. You didn’t sigh our of experation. We passed that stage. You simply face me and laid out your arm, palm facing to the night sky that protect us. ‘You are not a child.’ You reply.

 

My hand creeps out of my pocket but didn’t reach for your warmth. It was then did you sigh. I didn’t dare look at you. It is guilt. It is. I feel your disappointment. ‘Is it?’ You ask. Your tone didn’t change. You were serious. I am on the fence. The worst fact is that all the emotions within was understandable by the other opposite. I wish it wasn’t so. I want to hide. I want to run away. I want to stay. I want… ‘I want you.’ I confessed.

 

‘But.’ You added on. The skeptic that you are. The pessimist that the worlld made you. The honest person you pride yourself. I hate how you know. ‘I want you.’ I said. My eye becoming a little bit teary. These feels repeated. This problem, this issue, this....this ‘us’, like waves continously crashing on the rough shores, nothing totally accurate, nothing totally out of place, just an insignificant part of life’s abundant facts.

 

‘I want the eyes to fade. To simply pretend that if captured, we bring smiles on other’s faces. Pretend that all horses are unicorns. Paint these dirty grey pavements with a shade a rainbow. I want to make people happy. I want us to be happy. I hate the coward I became to be. The paranoid individual of every glimmer of light I come across in our darkness. I don’t want the darkness to be our playground. I don’t want our love to be homeless, hopeless and helpless. It will just bleach us into the darkness. I want to hold you. Kiss you. Maybe I just really want to tell you I love you with no fear of being heard. Just because, I really do love you.’

 

By the end of my outpour, my eyes downpoured. I felt small. So small with the grand love I held for you. I’m now wailing. Being that absolute embarrassment I fought so hard not to be. You didn’t reply. You simply pulled me in. Hugging me tightly, holding the weak me in your arms, I felt your warmth. The warmth that skims and fades on a normal basis, now strongly engulfed my tiny being. You don’t apologise. You simply my hair lovingly.

 

When I had settled down, you simply take my hand in yours as we walk in darkness. We didn’t speak for the next hour. In silence, under the night sky, surrounded by the quietness of night, we walked around the park by my house for an additional three time more than usual. Nearing the lift lobby, our hands naturally parted. The red lights of the survallence camera like a sniper’s scope aiming at our heart.

 

Just before the transparant glass concluded this scene, the waves of your sad voice trickles in. I stare as you walk back on your own. Your back slightly less broad. Your happy outlook on life now dimmed to blend with the lack of street lamps. I went up,  opened the door to this house. To the place where I had envisoned us being…us. ‘I hate our secret love song too.’ I replied.

A car passes by this dark alley. The headlights illuminating this dark peaceful walkway. In the moment that light shines its warmth near our intertwined heat, I lost it. The cooling breeze of sends those chills, brushing past my knuckles, making me feel like the temperature dropped a little. Used to the darkness that house us, I didn’t bother turning to look at you in confusion. Gone were the days where I suspected that I was the shame you had to carry around. Now I just keep my freed hands in my pockets.

 

Then darkness of a quiet street comes back to greet us. I know you tried to reach out to find my hand. I know I should have taken my hand out of pocket once that car’s engine could no longer be heard. Yet I didn’t. I kept it in. I heard you sigh. Being homeless and pitching a tent in the dark is no fancy house that I had bid for. You and I know this.

 

We know this.

 

I turn to face you. You had a straight face. Staring at the road ahead, walking beside me with a meter inbetween. Did you take my hand being in the pockets of the pants I bought as a little act of defiance?I turn to face you. ‘I am not being a child.’ I stated. This casued your steps to halt. You didn’t sigh our of experation. We passed that stage. You simply face me and laid out your arm, palm facing to the night sky that protect us. ‘You are not a child.’ You reply.

 

My hand creeps out of my pocket but didn’t reach for your warmth. It was then did you sigh. I didn’t dare look at you. It is guilt. It is. I feel your disappointment. ‘Is it?’ You ask. Your tone didn’t change. You were serious. I am on the fence. The worst fact is that all the emotions within was understandable by the other opposite. I wish it wasn’t so. I want to hide. I want to run away. I want to stay. I want… ‘I want you.’ I confessed.

 

‘But.’ You added on. The skeptic that you are. The pessimist that the worlld made you. The honest person you pride yourself. I hate how you know. ‘I want you.’ I said. My eye becoming a little bit teary. These feels repeated. This problem, this issue, this....this ‘us’, like waves continously crashing on the rough shores, nothing totally accurate, nothing totally out of place, just an insignificant part of life’s abundant facts.

 

‘I want the eyes to fade. To simply pretend that if captured, we bring smiles on other’s faces. Pretend that all horses are unicorns. Paint these dirty grey pavements with a shade a rainbow. I want to make people happy. I want us to be happy. I hate the coward I became to be. The paranoid individual of every glimmer of light I come across in our darkness. I don’t want the darkness to be our playground. I don’t want our love to be homeless, hopeless and helpless. It will just bleach us into the darkness. I want to hold you. Kiss you. Maybe I just really want to tell you I love you with no fear of being heard. Just because, I really do love you.’

 

By the end of my outpour, my eyes downpoured. I felt small. So small with the grand love I held for you. I’m now wailing. Being that absolute embarrassment I fought so hard not to be. You didn’t reply. You simply pulled me in. Hugging me tightly, holding the weak me in your arms, I felt your warmth. The warmth that skims and fades on a normal basis, now strongly engulfed my tiny being. You don’t apologise. You simply my hair lovingly.

 

When I had settled down, you simply take my hand in yours as we walk in darkness. We didn’t speak for the next hour. In silence, under the night sky, surrounded by the quietness of night, we walked around the park by my house for an additional three time more than usual. Nearing the lift lobby, our hands naturally parted. The red lights of the survallence camera like a sniper’s scope aiming at our heart.

 

Just before the transparant glass concluded this scene, the waves of your sad voice trickles in. I stare as you walk back on your own. Your back slightly less broad. Your happy outlook on life now dimmed to blend with the lack of street lamps. I went up,  opened the door to this house. To the place where I had envisoned us being…us. ‘I hate our secret love song too.’ I replied.