For what it’s worth,
I still think about you at 12:36
When I know that you’re in a different time zone.
Maybe it’s because the hour ahead of us is a constant reminder of how your heart,
despite time and distance, is mine –
like this clock,
like this hurt,
like this longing.
Despite time and space,
it is all mine.
And,
the love remains behind,
with me,
waiting to catch up to the next life,
waiting for reality to stop just for a second,
waiting for a chance just another chance
only to wait again with a better sense of hope.
Maybe I should wait for the next day,
23:11 will come and I’ll wish upon this ****
this hurt and this longing while you,
at 00:11 will wish upon the stars of a new day.
Hoping today will dawn with the rise of our love
only to realise that there are shams and shackles of could-have-beens
in dusty roads of despair,
bottle tops for pacifiers, balancing the toxins of sorrow
ashed dreams,
and sobs for lullabies –
not your voice for my ears,
not my song for your heart.
Nothing but space and time.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Baby,
Not everything is about you as not everyone is for you
Not every journey will be worthwhile as not every encounter will be memorable
Not every situation will cater for you as life is not tailored
You’ve got your god and yourself, only
And with these two forces comes love, understanding, respect and belief(s)
Those are the only things about this world that you should value and guard with your all
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
The trees dance to your madness!
*Dancing, dancing, dancing.
Crashing, falling and collapsing.
Oh,
They dance to* your madness.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
*You feel a storm in your stomach,
It fumbles your insides
And pours down your face*
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
The suns divulgence to the sky torrents every once in a while into distinguished hues.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
*Sometimes
you miss segments of her
and you wonder if it is
due to how she revealed bits and pieces of herself
It amazes me how...
On some days you take out all the blankets;
spread them across the bed and bury yourself
In warmth and then in hiding
While
On other days
you lay bare and daring -
unclothed, uncovered, unashamed
But perhaps this makes you feel closer to her...*
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
She will kiss me
And I will taste uncertainty…
As I kissed her back
She will want to
Rip my clothes off
Yet kiss me worse
Than she kissed her ex-boyfriend
Because
She thinks it was when
She pulled his lip
He realised,
She is needy
Wanting to fulfil
Her needs…
I will kiss her
And she will taste fear…
As she kisses me back
I will want to bite
Her bottom lip
But will decide not to
As she tamed me,
I can’t reveal the wild
Left in me
Cause in this bedroom
All that will be
Left is me
On the left-hand side
Having done nothing right
She wants to love me
But thinks she needs not
I want to love her
But I think I have no entitlement
Whatsoever over her
On my bed,
She sleeps on the right-hand side,
Closest to the door
For she knows
She will leave eventually…
On her bed,
I sleep on the left-hand side,
Furthest from the door,
And
Closer to her heart
We don’t make love.
I don’t think we ever will.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
I kick where you've walked,
I bathe and scrub
Where you've touched
And then...
Then I spit from where you've kissed!
I spit until the sickening sweetness
Is bitter!
I keep spitting
Until I can no longer taste you
Tasteless.
I bite my tongue
And grind my teeth
In hopes of forgetting
How to say your name
I despise you,
Truly.
I truly despise you.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC