But I still do

But I still do

One day, I stumbled upon the dry rose in my old album,
It’s the same one you sent me on my 18th year birthday
then, when your eyes shone to my heart, lit my eyes,
peddling the flow of my blood like a free running circle on a slope
I know you don’t remember about it,
but I still do

So yesterday, I started googling about fate
wondering where promises vanish in the dirty excuse of fate
getting baptised in the cold memory of your words
when you promised it will all be okay that day we first made love
I know you don’t remember about it
but I still do

I have been told that the most healing thing to do
is to loom in the loop of the lie that other people feel it too
but that day you held my hand, offered your lower lip
and me, my upper, and our warm lips spoke our eternal promises
I told my mother about you, saved your place in the write-only corner of my heart
I know you don’t remember about it
but I still do

And now that we blame all our misfortunate endings to fate
I want to show you the never-healing scar you wrote on my soul
that same painful reminder that I still love you
I know you don’t remember about it
But I still do

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