Liability

some people aren't meant to be kept

some times they just meet you

so you can meet yourself

so you can long back for the warmth

of the heart you have left cold for years

like the hot chocolate that night

that lost its taste against his

some stories aren't meant to be memories

some times they just happen

as a subtle reminder

of how good you are at loving

until you decided to shrug it off

like the cold night breeze

that brushed the same cheek he kissed

and some falling isn't worth telling

some times you fall just so you know

of how capable you are at holding

although love wouldn't be

as easy as how his long digits

intertwining with yours becoming

the best 2 minutes of your life

some times the end of the page

marks a new chapter

some times the closure of an envelope

marks a new letter

but he came like a summer fling in winter

and gone like a christmas present

that never arrives

at times like this

you just have to go home

to the only love that keeps

your heart, your lips and your hands

untouched so it can't ever be broken

untouched so they can't be left to dry

untouched so they can hold yourself better

in a way you let him tried,

in a way you wish he'd tried