(lost) places in your heart

you often said that-

1) he was your Tokyo you roamed free and easy.
you wondered around with him to get stranded in the suburbs
and lie in the grass, and talk about goals,
and think about things.

2) she was your Monterey in the April sunshine.
you dreamt this childhood dream,
put together in a haze of warmth and melted toffee.
you wanted to sweep her away to be happy.

3) i was your starry Paris night sky.
you looked up and wished you could reach out to kiss me, climb the Eiffel,
and borrow my stars to cry to them,
then finally put them back again.

slowly, somehow, along the way
you realised that we were not the same.
but i wish we could be places in your heart again.
why did we have to be perfect to be friends?

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a/n: not the whole of this comes out like what i'd intended to come out, but parts of it are valid, okay. pardon the amateurish poetry writing, i know i have lots to refine, but what the heck! haha :D i'm reckless like that.

four of us were once beautifully together. what happened? perhaps it’s me, but then again…maybe i’d never find out. written specifically for a (once) friend (he was one of us four), but i would never want him to see this.

forgive me, i'm rambling. i always think i'm becoming delirious when writing about bits of the past.