Old Flames

I've consoled my spirit,

I've settled the dispute in my mind,

I've learnt that love, is cruel to be kind.

Crystal clear, I know what I hear.

The youthful memories, I hold dear.

Only yesterday, your face imprinted before my eyes,

The stiffest aches, are the most yielding goodbyes.

I am forced to my peaks, as my body leaks,

I recall the times I would collapse on your bed,

Then promptly realise, its all in my head.

There would be entirely nothing to commemorate, if I were dead.

I wake up every morning, and I feel there's something missing.

You get so accustomed to humidity and bad kissing.