Count the stars in the night sky,
count the white sand on the beach,
count the drops of water in the sea,
count the grass blades on the field,
count the particles of oxygen in the air.
And by the time you’re finished counting,
that will be the only time I stop loving you.
Put your hand on my chest and feel the beats.
Fast. Fast. Fast.
Can you feel it like this?
Watch the clock and time the beats.
Fast. Fast. Fast.
Can you see it like this?
The beats of time are skewed when I’m with you.
One second the sun is rising and next second the moon is shining.
But here I am lying on the bed with you.
Time passes by as if it is never ticking.
As I feel the beats of my heart pacing,
not realising that my lips are curving.
Feeling that tingle as I feel your lips exploring,
that warmth as I feel your touch lingering.
Let the time ticks to its own beats, while we both stay here.
Stay with me, love, because you are mine.
After all, you’re the one who makes my heart beats fast and slow at the same time.
Because the concept of time defies any laws of physics when we’re together.
These lips have said it a million times,
but they can only hope you ears won’t get tired.
I know sometimes all I can do is apologise,
and pray that your heart won’t get tired.
For repeating the same mistakes.
For unintentionally hurting you with my ignorance.
For being so goddamn clueless.
For being a lot to handle.
For being so selfish.
For being incompetent in loving you right.
I can’t afford to let you slip away through my fingers again.
Because then the sunshowers were thunderstorms instead.
I will do my best to heal your pain,
and I hope I won’t be the one giving you pain instead.
This is us. This is we. This is ours.
Let me love you right.
Are you safe?
Is everything okay?
Where are you?
I miss you.