i remember that first night
how desperately you craved
to feel my lips against yours.
how worried you were when i refrained
from surrendering to your deep inhalations.
thoughts of uncertainty clouded your confidence
while your sense of comfort waned and ebbed
as my will held like a cliffside
against the ocean of our lust.
let me calm your worried mind now darling
it was not for lack of desire
that i held my lips pursed.
it was not detachment
that held my hands shy
of a passionate embrace.
i was lost in the shear of comfort
of your presence.
your warm hands on my chest
felt as though they had been there
my whole life.
the weight of your leg across my hips,
so familiar that i was left confused by
the brevity of our acquaintance compared
to the depth i could see so clearly
in your glistening eyes.
it was in adoration of this precious moment that
held me satiated.
it was this same feeling that held me in fear
that our first kiss would not be the
electric explosion of beginnings
that we would hope to fuel our infatuation,
but that you would feel dissatisfied by the same ease
and placidity i felt.
when i kissed you,
in that way i felt i had for years, and
with that practiced and knowing hand
i pulled your lips in close,
they sang a story so old and meaningful
that i found a joy akin to returning home.
and since then
every moment shared,
every touch experienced,
every kiss given and
every kiss received
is a small unravelling of a truth that
i had long since forgotten:
that home is where the heart is.
and you have mine
First impression wasn't the best impression
Plays football and wears Under Armor.
First introduction wasn't a horrible introduction
High voice and still wears Under Armor
First laugh was the best laugh
Once jock turned best friend.
First game was a speechless game
Countless hills gave us multiple wins
Last goodbye was the worst goodbye
Infinite tears and speeches
My twin although we are complete opposites we are still brothers from North America back to Asia :)
You were left hanging there
like a fish on a hook
helpless like a lost child
and crying out like a wolf does to the moon
and then I rescued you
pulled you out as you were drowning
in your overwhelming feelings
flailing in your problems
that tore at your heart
your heart hurting
gashed by the trials you faced
beat by the people who wronged you
and shot in the chest
by the people who left you
and then he came
you were still drowning
you were still flailing
but a little better
and I was still trying my best
to help you
reaching my hand
over the edge of the cliff
as you were falling
but I wasn't good enough for you
and then he caught you
and took you away from me
everyday my eyes go fluttering,
here and there, everywhere,
every hour seems like a year,
waiting for a person in despair,
not a person I would love,
but someone I long to see,
every minute of the day,
I may sound confusing,
but pay attention,
'cause I do.
Attentively watch, await,long,
for that one envelope,
inside which would be a page,
a white but unblank paper,
with words and exclaimations
About your explainations,
and your whereabout,
as I wait for that person
To bring me a letter from my beloved,
my dear love, my craving,
my sole purpose of living,
I convince myself by saying,
the post man must be lost!
or perhaps just lazy and late,
for he never comes,
and makes me wait in vain,
Sometimes I loose hope,
the only thing I've got,
but recall your face,
and remake my mind,
saying, maybe times are rough,
reason why you can't write to me,
perhaps just the work
that keeps you busy all day,
but yes I do wish you could just take time out,
to write three words on a card,
i love you.
send it to me,end my vacant wait..
It's been five years now,
you never wrote or even called,
ah! yes I received a telegram today,
Right now I opened it,
and as I opened it,
tears kissed my cheeks,
of happines that you did care!
but soon my tears of joy
turned into blood sobs,
when I read in the letter that you were gone,
passed away five years ago,
while saving someone at war,
sorrow could not leave my side
knowing it was all I had,
and my heart wept,
my eyes went numb,
at the letters on that little note,
but at the end were the three words
I had longed to hear,rather see,
"he loved you."
Was all I could bear to see,
my brain stopped working,
my limbs went void,
now, I still don't know why,
I wait for you..
I'm old now you know?
I wish you could see me,
wrinkled and stupid,
for I still wait for that day,
when I would get to see you at last,
with a letter saying those three little words,
"come with me"
tonight and forever,
we would make up for lost time,
and spend once more our lives,
but for now my longing is still not over,
for I still wait for the postman,
behind my window,
and I need no doors or even locks,
as my gaze still remains fixed on my post box..
It's probably too late to write to you,
And I'm probably too old to be writing to you anyway,
But those two things aren't stopping me...
I usually love the Christmas season.
The snow gallantly falls to the ground,
Icicles hang from the frozen trees and threaten to fall any moment,
Christmas music is blaring from every single radio station on the air,
Houses on the street are all decked out in sensible, yet dazzling, lights that accentuate every little feature of the house.
People are nicer...
Everyone is in a much better mood.
The Christmas season is supposedly the best season of the year.
Apparently, you bring people joy.
Now, I don't want to burden you with questions...
I don't really care about the mechanics behind your ostracized, flying deer that have enchanted the world.
I don't really care why you wear a red suit.
I don't really care what your wife's name is.
I don't even care about how you can possibly deliver presents to millions of children all throughout the world...
I just want to know why you have forgotten me.
Why is my holiday season full of dread, procrastination, and fear
Instead of joy, peace, and love?
Why does every other boy and girl get to love every minute from now until Christmas?
Did you just forget me?
Did your reindeer just skip over my house?
Did I not show up on your radar?
All of these things make me wonder if you're even real...
If you are real,
Then my parents wouldn't have neglected me left and right.
People would remember that I am not my sister.
I would have the drive to wake up in the morning.
I would actually want to accomplish daily tasks...
I'm not sure if you're real or not,
But I'm still going to ask for something for Christmas...
I don't want anything you can wrap,
Nor do I want any super expensive item...
I just want to find love.
Because right now,
The two of us are playing hide and seek,
And Love is kicking my butt...
So if you do exist, Santa,
Then please, please, please,
Grant my Christmas wish.
I guess I just wasn't ready to hear it,
I'd hoped that you'd stay the way you were long enough
to give me a chance
but now there's a harsh reality
and facts left to be faced,
the main one clearly saying you and I will never be.
You always had him on your mind,
I knew it was always that way
but did not want to believe it.
I don't really know why I let you in,
I should have locked my heart away several times over
to avoid you straining it again.
Years ago it was that way,
with the same one it is with today.
You're over there and I'm over here,
you've got him and he's got you,
we could never, ever work out.
I repeat the last three lines over and over in my head,
trying to better relieve myself that you and me is at its end.
He makes you happy,
so do I,
but in a different perspective and a different light.
I'll have to cut the soul ties holding me to you,
they've gotten thicker and thicker the more my mind has drifted to you.
How could I have allowed you in like this?
To let you play the keys and the strings of my soul
in this sharp, broken melody?
But you love him,
and you love me,
but you've always loved him differently.
I've got to let you go,
let loose my grip on the rope,
and fall freely,
because you're holding me over the edge.
I've got plans I need to make,
thoughts I need to think,
and not one of them involves you anymore.
This isn't as much a poem as it is something I hope a certain someone will read.