A Bowl Of A Love Story

Rain drops on your sweater smells better
Cold morning breezes of Monday seems fresher
Waves that washes your feet at the beach feels cleaner
Walks under the hot Sun all yellow
Winds that creeps between your windows now lullabies
Cracks on your bedroom wall scares you no more
Mom's red curtains aren't blood from your wrists
Sisters strums of her out of tuned guitar is the source of your laughter
Stray kitten's eyes reminds you of your favourite constellation
Lousy poems vandalised on the class door sounds so magical
Honestly I don't know where this is going.
What I'm trying to say is that
Everything that used to bother you
Now puts a smile on your face
Just like how you used to tell me how she turned your day upside down
Randomly calling me bragging about fighting with a bitch who just existed
When I used to open the small section of my backpack after school
to find the notes you left for me when our periods clashes
so I read them at night and talk about it during recess the next day.
You hated her with all your heart darling
She shred the pieces of your mind
Challenged your ball of patience
Squished your guts into sand
But boy, like I said
Raindrops smells better now
You used to run under covers when it rains
Red was the definition of death to you
All I got to say is that
the thing that blown my mind and I am highly amazed in my whole life for now
is how she mixed the shredded pieces of your patience
the melted guts she squished
Together with the hatred
In a bowl of a love story.