My heart tends to forget.
It formed a habit of forgetting, believing in alternatives
At times it gets reminded of a feeling
but it can’t make itself think about this specific situation
it feels like an ache in your chest
an unfortunate déjà-vue
you’d rather rip your bladder out than to feel it some more
otherwise the heart preferably rip itself apart
than feeling the same thing over and over again
because well, it forgets the bad side of stories, the after-story and those small fillings we love to oversee.
The connections which form the story to be this story, the plot twist, unforeseen and unreminded.
This leads to falling
again again for the same reason
the reason of being afraid to fear
which is an contradiction itself
That’s why i need to write down every possible situation i can bear myself to write about.
That is why i fell for you
nothing you do or say reminds me of anything i’ve ever seen, ever loved, ever let myself fall for.
You are a new chapter of a book i read to many times
so every time i think about us
my mind confuses the story with whatever it might’ve added