All Too Well

A tribute to me and 212521, 1 May 2013 - 11 March 2014

I walk through the door with you. The air was cold, but something about it felt like home somehow and I left my letter there at your locker in our old class and you still got it in your drawer, even now. Oh your sweet disposition, and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the bus, getting lost upstate. The rain falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all this days. And I know it's long gone, and that magic's not here anymore. And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all.

There we are again, on that hallway between class 5A and 5B, you almost ran the red because you're looking over me. Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks was turning red. You used to be a little kid with glasses in twin sized bed. And your mother's telling stories about you in the tee ball team.. You tell me about your past, thinking your future was me. And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do. And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.

And there we are again, in the middle of the night. We'll keep bbm all night long if my mother wasn't there to bother us. Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well. Maybe we got lost in the trainslation, maybe I asked for too much or maybe this thing was a masterpiece, to you tore it all out. Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well.

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruell in the name of being honest. I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, because I remember it all too well. Time won't fly, its like I'm paralyzed by it. I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it. After all those letters and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone.

But you keep my old letters from that 1st day of May, because it reminds you of innocence, and it smells like me.You can't get rid of it, because you remember it all too well.

Because there we are again, when I loved you so. Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever know. It was rare, I was there I remember it all too well.

I'll never forget what you gave, did and say to me. I hope you still want to wear that dagadu shirt and that Jersey with 8 on it. I've already got Sunday, he's fine for me. He'll never treat me like you did. Someday, you'll regret you let me slip from your arms. You'll regret to let go this girl, the one real thing you've ever know. You'll remember our memories, and then asking to yourself why did you let me go.

Thank you for the beautiful memories :)
Your 'big sister',
Kakak