un coeur a paris

it is strange when that song plays again,

when i'm there again, in the place i escaped to for a

badly needed solitude away from him.

strange how it brings back reminiscents of me

trying to remember how i was like

before him,

so i didn't have to cope with how i was like

after him,

the one who slips continuously in and out of

reminiscents of what happened when i was

with him.

some people say listening to heartbreak songs

make you cry,

but i don't find the need to cry over

a heart already broken

for i've cried enough over

a heart breaking

and the songs only remind me of how much

time i wasted

trying to mend myself -

i was never good at stitching.

when you have no other choice but

to step into an unwanted time warp

all you've got to do is hold on to the

present,

remembering, unlike back then,

that you always have another place

to fall back into

if things get horrid.