i think a lot
about the me before this all
i think a lot
about the rocky start
about the headstart the Universe gave
about the time i ghosted for 6 months straight
about how i ended up back in square one
about the space you occupied in my mind
about how you evaded my senses
about a chinese-esque boy
i think a lot about the Universe
about premonitions and gut feelings
about beliefs and signs
about how maybe we were supposed to be
about how we finally we became one
about how it seems that you were a gift a day before my birthday
i think a lot about Us
about how it was fleeting and fun
about how it all felt brand-new
about how it was to be in love
about how emotional i got
about how tumultuous it got
about how rocky it became
i think a lot about Abuse
about how it traumatizes you
about how it ingrains into your survival tactics
about how it invades you as a whole
about how it takes a dove and crush its feathers into limestone
about how i will corrode through and through people's soul
about how i got an epiphany
about how i shouldn't be emotionally abusing you
about how i want to become a better person
about how that even though i'm better now
you have been significantly affected by that abuse
i think a lot about the Me all before
about how a silent storm i was
about how guarded and angry i was
about how unpure and unwholesome
about how malevolent and whipped my mean streak
about how independant and unemotional
about how numb i was
i think a lot about the Me now
about how silent after the storm i am
about how guarded yet softened by your touch
about how i'm semi-pure and wholesome to you
about how i sheath out my mean streak when hurt
about how dependent and emotional
about how i feel all at once
i think a lot about the in-betweens
about our 4th to 6th months
about how we were happy content
about how we still bickered and slept it out
about how good it was
about how much of a happy spot our relationship was
about our development together
about how maybe we were destined to be even more better in the future
i think a lot about Now
about how it feels like a void
about how there's a force so strong
about how it's separating us
about how we keep hurting each other
about how we keep stressing out
about how we keep breaking down
about how it doesn't feel like we're happy here
about how i wake up crying and still fall asleep at night crying
about how our differences keep pushing us apart
about how much i disregard your frequent drinking
about how you go to drink because your relationship has gone to ****
about how our-used-to-be-happy place is causing us so much pain
about how it doesn't feel the same anymore
i think a lot about the Future
about what we're supposed to do now
about how lost we both are
about how i need to find myself again
about how i need to rebuild myself
about how we both new a clean slate
about how we need each other so much more than before
i think a lot about You
about a Chinese boy
about a friendly, sweet and caring boy
about how reliable he is at work
about how witty and smart he can get
about how mentally stimulating he is
about how plain and dull he can be
about how unemotional he is
about how he is a man of few words
about how he shows his love
about how lousy of a texter he is
about how sweet he is
about how mad he can get when provoked
about how i always forget that he cares even though he doesn't show it
about how he always seems so wild and energetic when he drinks
about how he feels a buzz in alcohol that is pretty unhealthy in the long run
about how much potential he has in his art
about how he can scale higher feats
about how i want to watch him grow
about how much of a workaholic he is
about how distant he gets when he's working
about how sometimes i need you during your busy periods
about how much he loves dogs
about how much i'm not really an animal person
about how much he loves kids
about how much he wants to be a dad
about how much i hate kids
about how homophobic he gets
about how he understands me
about how he can read into my soul but doesn't do it often
about how sometimes it feels like he isn't putting effort because he's busy
about how sometimes i want to be validated and showered opnely and be treated like a Goddess
about how i know he wants me to smile more
about how i know sometimes he can't understand my depression but still puts in effort to calm me down
about how for the past 8 months i know every single inch of him
about how for the past 8 months he knows every single inch of me
i think a lot about Love
about how much i love you
about how my love for you can start up it's own universe
about how love is what keeping me with you
about how we both have our needs and wants in a relationship
about how we should be compromising with our differences
about how we should listen and respect each other
about how we should be kind and giving and freeing
about how we should always try and try and put in effort
about how we should always be there for each other
about how we should always support each other unless it raises concerns
about how we should always understand and put ourselves in each other's shoes
about how we should think before we speak
about how we knows each others flaws and cope with it
about how we will be better as a couple in the near future.
i just think a lot
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
I used a black sharpie to write a love poem on your arm
Hoping the ink would sink into depths causing little to no harm
That the rough words may permeate through your tough skin
And the permanence may prove that forever starts from within
That the black is dark enough to hide all your scars from being used
And that my words are evidence and proof of my love for you
So let that ink sink as deep as it might
My words peirce your soul without a fight
My sharpie art fill you with awe and an imaginative spark
Be inspired by my loving words and the permanent scar they leave on your heart
You may forget my face, you may forget my name but never forget where my love made its mark
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
The flicker of a cigarette lighter
cheap cardboard against each other
it ignites, radiating warmth and danger simultaneously
lit up this whole world to display it's true colors
ones that are astringent and brusque
colder than what our eyes absorb in the darkness
Seconds dwindle and off it goes
extinguished in facades of shame
a smug expression it leaves behind
knowing that it has escaped.
However the wisps of smoke breeze past
as evidence of it's felony.
| felonies - m.m |
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
Hustle and bustle of work,day and life
steaming Starbucks and choppy high heels
bumping into other's shoulders
oblivious to the almost's from taxi drivers to schooling kids
But when the
sun descends to make room for the moon
the city's potholes
treasure every drop
of a drunk stupor
savoring burning tires of zooming cars
passers-by basking in the midnight lights
That's New York City
It never sleeps.
| new york city - m.m |
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
There's more that meets the eyes
And this will never change
It's too complicated to explain why
The answer will never be the same
Just remember to hold us when we cry
And beware those moments we act insane
Sometimes a firm, warm place to land
Is the only thing to soothe our weary brain
Were difficult at best, impossible at worst
But true love is always on our mind first
Some women want the finer things in life
Some just want children and to be a good wife
Others need to be held and reassured constantly
Some just want to trust and receive honesty
No matter the woman, you'll never understand us all
But keep in mind... There's no greater feeling than the fall
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
There's nothing
More beautiful
Than discovering
You might actually
Be in love
There's nothing
More heartbreaking
Than noticing
You're finally loved
Yet unable to return it
There's nothing
More painful
Than realizing
You'll never be able
To truly love again
There's nothing
More discouraging
Than remembering
You've been hurt
Too many times
***And your heart can never
be healed enough to love
as fully as you once did.***
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Star-crossed lovers?
More like clashing meteors.
We were soaring from opposite ends of the galaxy,
And somehow,
Written in the foundations of time before the world was formed,
We were meant to cross paths.
At first it was brutal,
At first it was painful.
Everyone said love is beautiful,
But they forgot to mention that it is broken too.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Dearest oh nathaniel,
what's that i hear?
when dusk cloaks the infinite shade of dark blue
spilling out of your wavering frown
a cuss word?
no it's
a whimper, a merciful
cry for help.
it starts out small,
not like baby steps - in fact, far from it
it's gargantuan like that giant from that fairy tale
that you yearn to reside in
and it crescendos into a melancholy howl
just like the werewolves in
little red riding hood.
under the shadows of your abode
inside the head full of numbers
all red ink ; no pity
leering and lashing like corrected mistakes
from those animals
who solely came for the bread.
let me extricate you
no sweetie i won't fold you
to fit into a rabbit hole
you're not alice most definitely
you are already a minuscule caricature
the ones i doodle on my foolscap pad during maths
with bigger objectives and a yellow brick road
full of life
much animated than the
musical numbers
i sing in your ear
when you're
dozing off in chemistry
your crooked nose peeking out from underneath your folded arms
twitching at the notes strung together with lines of amusement and pure merriment
dearest oh nathaniel, you don't resemble Pinnochio.
instead i'll urge you to wear that glass slipper
slip it on quick and
leave a vestige
of gingerbread crumbs
that is
ineradicable and incontestable
like your heart
pure and gold
not from all those lessons in church
but from those involuntary explorations
into the never-ending sky.
and your tirades about
this school and society
that kaleidoscope in your eyes
unravelling like Rapunzel's locks
to form that opinionated you
they're part of
our counter attacks
on the Indian Ocean
all ephemeral
no aftertaste
of distaste
for it's peppered with
jest and zest.
our midnight discussions about feminism
and the women who fought in wars
they extol you from heaven
for your open-minded sentiment
they might say to me
in a hushed, demure tone
that he's like the pea
the princess eventually
found
concealed amongst
perpetuated mattresses.
the ugly duckling
did spin into ethereal
as time is of the essence
so don't compare yourself against
your friends
gymming isn't even a word
sprawled upon
online dictionaries
dearest oh nathaniel, i don't have to thumb through the dictionaries
to know that you're oh-so wrong.
desist from the self-inflicted loathe
it doesn't pain me
for i'll still love
you
unconditionally
but for the sake of your sanity
halt all the macabre,
grim, gore
and
ghoul.
dearest oh nathaniel,
your smile is a
sworn clandestine
evoking a swoon
and a creak from my
rusty knees
a poignant mess
enmeshed into
a human manifestation
of super novas
amalgamated together
hypnotizing me into
deep slumber
without the ***** of a
sewing needle.
let me sweep all those
poor lies
and false hopes
unlike Aladdin's
under a magic carpet
and try to lift the corners
of your mouth skyward
however i'm no
puppeteer and i don't see
no strings attached
so my endeavours
may be futile
but your laugh
jesus christ
it resonates on a tenfold
with the metal songs
buzzing out of your earpieces
that resonate deeply
with that
"cold heart"
that you claim
to be
yours
and i hold on to
it like dear life,
dearest oh nathaniel.
dearest oh nathaniel,
for you shall see
that
decampment isn't
the easy way out
because the
emblem of
you
will be scattered
around the
asphalt
frisking and skittish.
like what i've
said
i won't fold you to fit into
my pocket
neither will i
drop you into
the sea
i am that lighthouse
stationary
though
luminous in
the falling mist
and
rising fog.
dearest oh nathaniel,
what is that i hear?
no it's certainly
not a merciful
cry for help.
it's not a
battle cry
or a
symphony
dearest oh nathaniel, don't be a fool.
it's you
unabridged
in sheer
rapture.
dearest oh nathaniel,
i'm talking to you.
| dearest oh nathaniel - m.m |
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
say say, "poems"
orbit around teenage angst or "melodrama"
and unrequited love or a "15 year old's infatuation"
with the relishes of teenage woes
alongside skanky ******
were reversed roles in a millennial
battle ; a literacy war
say say, "poets"
clad in magniloquent scrapes
of tight skin, "grandiose" leather
that screech tumblr or more commonly known "fashion"
were the luminescent windows
to that "boy's soul" or obnoxious ****
say say "teens"
as infertile as neglected garden soil
had fervent thoughts on "feminism"
or as the males see it as misandry
and whose words did not revolve
around themselves or "ignorance"
then maybe bloods wouldn't boil
past water's b.p.
and heads wouldn't load with loathe or "insecurities"
and hearts wouldn't heal with blood
or "suicide"
| say say - m.m |
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
"
Storms are beautiful
Even though their fierceness
Shades their inner
beauty
Astraphobia drives those
Who fear
To scramble for
shelter
Ignoring the way
They shape the sky
To decorate it
From the common
Sight of
stars.
"
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC