Being born
(again)
loving mud,rain and butterflies
going to school
dreaming of the night for the stars
imagining leaves were money
playdates
falling down and being proud of bruises
hitting puberty
being awkward
body changing faster than brain
death of a loved one
People leaving
people loving
broken promises
almost true wishes
fear of the future
saving lives
reading labels to know what I ate
growing old
growing up
catastrophic kisses
tender touches that tamed my soul
You
Me
Everyone in between that never mattered
everything that did
fifteen again
death at 21
cupcakes that tasted bitter than americano
Mars
blackforest…
……END…
I still would not mind
not knowing things I do not know
I still would not mind
the dejavu
because
of
you
I would not mind
to begin myself again
because this time hopefully
one of us
would end it right..
so this time..
I would not mind
being hopeful
