If you don't say something now,
It's not going to be alright anymore.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
You wanted a love like in the movies;
rain drenched white shirts, palms covered
in daisy pollen; I love you more than--
a phone call, long distance, your fingers
curling the telephone wire like you're pulling me
towards you
like a fibre optic pheromone.
Soundtracks of a jazz piano, and old jukebox hits,
flared skirts and Mary Jane shoes, square dancing.
But most of the time, we don't get to choose
the colour of the bedsheets. In this story,
I know you're going to leave me. I can sense
the zoom of your eyes, rolling away from me.
The lighting in the room, like the ones where something
awful is about to happen: a sad, sick orange
like a cheap sunset; the music, or lack thereof,
the way you bite your lip like you're about to
break my heart.
You look to the ground, and I know this is where
the narration will start;
*this is the story of the first time
someone broke my heart.
She's going to look up at me
and say the words,
It's all over-*
and in a jump frame
the thunderclap will mask the sound
of my heart shattering, the sob disappearing
into my throat.
You wanted a love like in the movies,
honey,
we all did.
But then the rain came, and the flowers
drowned in their beds.
You left your umbrella by the doorstep,
I hope you don't catch a cold.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
In the end, you never came home.
I sat by the door with my arms turning
to dust aching for you to return.
You left the kettle on
and I drowned myself in it.
Chamomile, Earl Grey, Lemon, English
who cares what the sachet says
as long as it's hot and burning
my tongue because every little pain
is a pain I've to endure.
It takes my mind off you.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
May today be peaceful
and charming
and love find its way to you
Bringing happiness like a friend
along with it.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
Why do you take beautiful things
and turn them into instruments
of sadness?
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
There are so many places on Earth
where no human has ever been to.
Untouched, unscathed,
unseen.
Just like your heart.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
This is where the heart lies:
softly in the hands of rhyme
and meter; we've made a shrine
out of syntax and code.
We tell stories and we sing songs
about life and love, and this
is where some of us grow up,
this is where some of us die a little
each day.
This is our home, not your playground,
so keep your fights
out of here.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
hearing your name feels like being stabbed
by a knife engulfed in regret
remembering your smile
is like drowning with no water
seeing you happy with someone else
makes me want to shove my hand
down my throat and pull my heart out
hoping for you to comeback
is like reciting a poem to
a deaf person
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC