#poecticstories

[coeur-douloureux-blog]

You give me feelings I have never felt before, so I give it back to you, more than you ask for. Yet you drown-gasping to escape. You said enough, cause you couldn't breath.

Then I step away from you, then you pull me back. We go back and forth to our loving time. And when it suffocates us, we both running away, but the invisible thread tug our hearts to go back and start all over again. Until we get tired dancing, we finished the book of our tragic story.

I realized, love can truly draw us to the cloud nine filled with happiness, then left us sinking down to our memories. What a magical feeling, that make us lifeless when the one who gives you love, suddenly leave.

Left behind of a question lingering in my mind, if too much love can kill someone? And at the same time I'm asking myself, why it will never be enough?

[chuckakot]

[chuckakot]

As the rain swept all the remains of the ground, it created an asphalt smelling odor. As though what has been buried in the ground was released by the cleansing of the rainwater as it poured and washed all the dust and debris. The wind begin to push the raindrops as it slowly glide down to the leaves and reached the soil. You sat on, and taste the cold breeze, to the feeling once you reconciled with your past. The cold blow and the smoke of the coffee at the far end of your cup is an inevitable reminder of the longing for a love that could never be your own. Not anymore, and so it was. In moments of nourishment, all is distant from your feelings, and you said to yourself, ‘It isn’t a bad thing after all. I can begin again.’

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

[coeur-douloureux-blog]

Take me back to the night we met; When everything is perfect. When I'm the apple of your eyes and your heart beats my name.

Take me back to the night we met; to hear it once again- those words you truly mean and promises that flutters my heart.

Take me back to the night we met; when I was broken and you are there picking every piece of me. Looking at me as I'm the most perfect creature on earth.

Take me back to the night we met; where my heartache not because of you, where my tears are from vivid memories of someone else.

Take me back to the night we met; and maybe if you let me be broken, unfixable, damage and sad- you don't have to bid me goodbye.

Take me back to the night we met; where you and I were complete strangers.