Don't Hold Your Breath

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When there was jealousy and desperation,

in the air I breathe,

It's because I breathe you like you were my oxygen,

Suffocating, struggling,

You were so breathtaking-

But I thought if one day,

You could be the air around me,

then I don't mind being a little breathless.

I have always been so sure that without you,

the world will turn airless for me.

But now I can find myself breathing the scent of green leaves,

Standing tall and taking in,

Of the air that wasn't you anymore

You aren't so breath-taking, even from the beginning,

I was just holding my breath.

Walking The Town

It doesn’t mean a thing, after all.

Every single thing he said, every little things he did,

Because I’m nothing so good, nothing so special in his eyes.

Once he told me,

“I’ll take you around the town when the time is right.”

But I knew everything is wrong when it comes to us.

Walking around the town wasn’t something so entertaining before,

And when did singing to a musical music become something so fun?

Still, she gets them all.

Oh how she gets them all, and all I have is a lousy jealousy.

She left me here, contemplating and regretting everything for what I can’t get,

She gets the singing and the whistling, I get a cold mattress.

She gets to see the parade in the town, while I get a lonely ride back home.

She gets the sharing stories nights, and I get my pillow to share my tears

She gets to be with him, so I get to bear the sight of her being with him.

With Closed Eyes

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Sleepless nights and heartaches,

Are all that you’ll ever be

I’ll just close my eyes

And you’ll be there, smiling,

While I’ll be unblinking, mesmerizing.

The illusion was more than enough,

But when it comes to you,

I can’t get enough.

And all I want to do is to make it all worthwhile,

Your warm hands against mine cold ones

And we’ll laugh, we’ll cry, we’ll sing again,

Just that time, I guess it was okay

And it didn’t matter if you didn’t really mean to.

But your hand wasn’t mine to hold,

When it’s 5 in the morning,

Even with closed eyes still,

You were not there.

Eventually, surely,

I couldn’t remember the feeling of your fingers intertwined with mines

I’ll found myself in my pillow that barely smells like you anymore.