I remember telling you
that it will take 21 days
of constant conversations
til you become a part of my routine
til you become a habit
We went beyond the 21 days.
You became a habit
you became a routine.
And it worked.
But only for me.
And not for you.
Now, I keep telling myself
it will only take me 21 days--
to stop longing for your kisses
to stop thinking about your face
to stop romanticizing the time we had
to stop missing you
to break the habit.
I have 19 days left
But ****
this feels like it will take forever
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 5:28 AM UTC
I feed from the leftovers
I breathe from the exhales
I stay on the undertones
I stand on the peripheries
I linger on the outliers
Of your thoughts
Your words
Your energy
Your soul.
I never get the middle
The center
The core
The wholeness
Of your thoughts
Your words
Your energy
Your soul.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
You were my beacon
as I was yours
You were my guide
in this endless tunnel
this engulfing darkness
And I was yours
But farther and farther, you moved
fainter and fainter, you became
And as I follow you
I grew dimmer
Dimmer until
I was a beacon no more
I kept still and watched
Watched you til you were
a beacon no more
Just a small patch of
A small patch of light
A fading light
A faded light
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
The idea that,
once in our lives, our lines met,
and no matter how brief
it was striking,
it was beautiful,
is enough for me.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
You gave me a glass jar
We collected fireflies and put them inside
We admired them every night.
Only the two of us understood
what the flicker of the tiny lights meant.
Only the two of us understood.
One day, we walked down the beach
We walked by a stranger whose eyes
sparkled like our glass jar.
I lost my mind
I dropped our jar
I gave the stranger our fireflies
I thought he was worthy.
You ran away with tears in your eyes
and wounds in your hand
from all the broken pieces of our glass jar.
As I tried catching up, I stepped on broken glass
I hurt myself
I stopped chasing you
I let you go and went after the stranger with the sparkly eyes.
For a moment, I forgot about you and our jar and our fireflies.
One day, it rained.
The stranger left and I felt my wounds fresh again.
I thought about you and our jar and our fireflies.
I missed you.
It hurt and I cried and I promised
not to collect fireflies anymore.
I haven't seen fireflies or sparkly eyes since then.
Six hundred and seventy three days passed
I went back to the ocean and saw the broken pieces of our glass jar
The wounds are now healed but I still miss you
I picked up the pieces and glued them back together
I sent them back to you in a box with a bow
"This is yours", I said
I did not wait for a response.
One day, I saw you holding our empty jar
You were looking at me
I looked back, holding my tears
I moved close and I saw
There were no tears, no pain, no anger in your eyes anymore
I moved closer 'cos I thought I saw your eyes sparkle
I thought about our fireflies
And in that moment I realized
It was you all along
It was not the stranger with the sparkly eyes
It was you
It is you
You are my fireflies.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC