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[simplymeer4h]

pieces

and no matter how many days, months or years pass by, i still listen to the songs i used to listen with a guy whom i thought was the love of my life, i still take pictures the way my father taught me when i was a little kid, i still write my essays the way my 9th grade teacher liked, i still laugh at jokes i remember that my friends made days, months,years ago. i still look back at the conversations i had with my online friends even though i have never met them; but just to have a part of somebody that you can love endlessly without the constrictions of time and distance is such a beautiful thing. i still collect the pieces of people i have loved in order to connect them and make myself whole. and no matter how much time passes by, i keep finding more pieces and feel so full of love that it pours out of my heart. and oh, how i hope that someday, someone loves me enough to keep pieces of me long after i’m gone and love them till forever falls apart. 

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sometimes on days when every hours passes like the wind and on nights when time seems to have stopped,

i dream of an evident home

a home where i find solace in every corner. when i close my eyes, i imagine myself 

dancing around in the dim light,around me are my parents, with my father holding my mother’s hands as if its the last thing he’ll ever need;

but when i open my eyes, i see myself sitting in a dark corner, watching my father’s hand raising to hit my mother

as if she is the last thing he ever wanted to see. when i close my eyes, i imagine myself running to open the door, 

my father finally decided to come back home and plant a cheek on my mother’s cheeks;

but when i open my eyes, I run to my room because the sight in front of me is unbearable to me,

instead of kisses, all there is on my mother’s cheeks are tears because my father couldn't come home sober.

when i close my eyes, i imagine myself walking around the house finding bits of happiness in every corner;

but when i open my eyes, i see myself lurking around the house trying to find a safer corner.

and on these nights, I dream of an evident home; but when i wake up,

all i see are pieces of a broken house.