Life W/O Breath - Poem by Bragg Adocio
Life W/O Breath
I sometimes catch myself having memories of an us that never happened. A love so sharp it cut itself and smiled as It bled out seconds. It would drip a constant flow of moments together that seemed to last a year, even though it were only a week. And everyday we seemed to have gotten closer by the lifetime, a distance that any closer would make us one.
I would remember it clearly, every second, every moment, and I knew you, like you knew me, to be the one.
I remember a kiss, we had a billion, but I only remember one, because, every kiss we kissed was just like the first kiss we ever kissed.... Only better, because, in those few seconds without breath, where we were basically dying, our love will grow exponentially.
I remember the words we spoke, capable of spitting lyrics with silence and body language, reading eachother with intimate eyes, never holding back, but never losing control.
Then i wake up, and I remember a life filled with happy endings that never showed up. I remember that spilled blood is nothing to smile about. I remember that time moves fast, not slow, and waits for no man. I remember that we take a lifetime to get closer by the day and that two different people becoming one is against the laws of physics. But I had remembered it clearly, every second, every moment, and I knew you, like you knew me, to be the one. So where am I now? Why does it feel like I fall asleep and wake up in this nightmare they call 'reality', one that defies what I always knew as real? What sin did I consume to be thrown into a hell worse than hell?
Then I remember a kiss, did we share a billion? I had only remembered one... And I think i know why; because, in that moment without breath, I tried to do the impossible and breathe you in, make us one, scream into space and make you hear me. I tried to do the impossible, to catch you in my lips, and I died, with you nowhere near me.
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