What if all that is was true from the start ,
And the love of beginnings was all that is ,
True. Pure. Simple. Unknown.
The same way we love all unknown , before we know it ,
Before we know our stand to it ,
Or see ourselves through it ,
Because in the end we don’t like our mirrors , just ourselves , sometimes..
And you look at them , then you forget them ,
Like your first run , your first time putting the earphones , your first fav book , first time living through a teenage dream , first night ride..
What if it’s the only love that existed ,
Then we all loose it , toss it aside , rename it , mix feel it ,
Like we binge watch our fav series then stop at some point , and never continue it ,
Like we throw aside our fav doll , saying we’ll play with it again , then never see it in our lives again ,
Like we just forget that child we thought we’d become ,
And the story you said you’ll write and you’re still waiting ages to do so.
We didn’t fall in love , we fell out of love .
A thousand times , a thousand possibilities , a thousand people ,
It passes on and on and on ,
We catch glimpse of it everytime ,
Then we loose it fast ,
Because we’re unable to hold beauty for too long ,
Because for some they don’t see it ,
And for some it’s too much .
And we screw it ,
When we take it , and throw it at the face of time ,
And throw it at the face of staying for a long time ,
And longing for a long time ,
And fearing the long of time and space and feelings and age and and selves .
What if we lost it forever ,
From the first moment ,
Until the end of times ,
And we leave ourselves their with it , with them , forever .
Because we couldn’t stick to that one possibility ,
And we couldn’t stick to any of the thousand ,
Neither to ourselves ,
All because it was the first second ,
Of love of the beginnings ,
Of a beginning that was so much for us to handle , understand , comprehend ,
Of us , that loved , cried , lost.
zaki monzer 