Wall

I've got a wall full of mistakes.
I tried picking out one for old time's sake.
It was faded, something out of vintage whatnots.
Curious.

I open the envelope.
Out comes the chaos.
I try to banish every memory by closing my eyes.
Louder.

The screams are louder.
And I begin falling.
Faster, faster, until I fall to the ground.
Stop.

I've got a wall full of mistakes.
And as I look again,
your face wasn't on it.
Curious.

.

I cannot stop thinking.

Thoughts are swirling and I'm afraid if I don't pick one to focus on, my mind might just explode. Right now, my mouth is shut, tied up, stitched and that's because I have a lot of things to say to you but I just can't.

It's hard to think that I want to see a future with you, but I am unsure. All these uncertainties are hitting me bad and it's not exactly a cup of tea thinking about what this is... whatever this is.

Excuse me for not trying to give this a chance, but this confusion. There are no words for this.

I'm sorry.

I forgot to write about you...

I forgot to write about you.

I dropped my pen and paper, my laptop and blog because I forgot to write about you.

I have a million things to say to you but I still forgot to write about you.

You and me, watching a movie and not sharing popcorn, because you hate it.

You and me, walking along a museum, ogling at the Spoliarium.

You and me, devouring a whole box of pizza just because.

You and me, laughing at the side of the road because we can.

You and me, lying side by side, taking in each other's breaths.

You and me. I forgot how you made me happy, how you make me happy.

Because I forgot to write about you.

I would, I could, I will write about you.