The Summer Effect

by Viktor Tejada

Selfish me!
If it’s not wanted, let’s force it not
The perfection of the olden days
Was it really perfect?
Or did my brain make it perfect?
Yes, the times were good, it really was!
The more it fades,
The more I count the days left,
The more I count the number of days since then
The more my brain makes every single thing more perfect
Every word said
Every crooked smile I get whenever I see you
Everything, it just becomes perfect
The moment when all is done,
The more I want to relive everything again
I am looking back to good memories
Painful yet happy memories
Selfish me.
If everything is not wanted anymore, let’s force it not

…or not.