there is no other way than to describe him through his height.
he’s identifiable through his tall figure, standing above all
all eyes on him.
he has attracted all including her,
her eyes diverting to him any minute they can.
her dark pupils choose to muse at him, even when she chooses not to.
he was irresistible, that was without a doubt;
can you really blame her?
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
he carefully traced his brush along the canvas,
its stem daring to fall from his fingertips.
his strokes were gentle, and when he mixes his colors he made sure it was the right one.
his splatters were all around the corners
but he’d go back to fix them.
he gently brushed his finger across her cheek,
his fingers weak, threatening to fall.
his touch was serene, resisting the temptation to scar her again.
the times he would make a mistake were uncountable,
but he’d always come back with an apology.
neither were perfect, and at the end of the day
his artwork was the one he loved more.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
day by day, my fondness for him grows and grows.
i’d catch myself looking at him more, paying attention at every little thing he does.
i’ve gotten over him, the other boy.
he’s grown useless and left a hole in my heart.
it’s not just me who’s catching feelings for him;
but her, too.
and at first, we talk about him because we both adore him.
and now, when she’s grown closer to him,
i suddenly hope her feelings will go away
and that they don’t end up being together.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
possibilities of her liking him the same way i do.
possibilities of him liking her back.
possibilities of him never noticing me—ever.
possibilities of me getting hurt again, like i always do.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
i admire your features day to day from afar, noticing every speckle that would add or go by.
i listen to the way you speak to others, how you’d put your words together.
your laughter is like a lullaby i'd love to fall asleep to every night.
it’s so hard to let you know how much affection i have for you.
i guess for now i’ll just love you from afar.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
take them while you have them.
they can sit right in front of your eyes,
or they can be as far as a thousand miles right behind you.
they’re not hard to find, but once you do, they’re a rarity.
to speak or not to speak.
to close the gap or to not.
take them while you have them
before they slip from your reach.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
him, the one with lengths of broken black hair.
him, the one whose smile ever barely arrives.
him, the one whose feelings are hidden deep within.
there wasn’t a conversation we’ve had together;
not even one
and yet when we are in the same room,
and we are breathing the same air,
and our eyes are driving around together,
i am reminded of why i like him.
and how he manages to make my heart go pitter patter,
but at the same time break it.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
it’s the way you catch my eyes when i look at yours.
it’s how your eyes bore into the back of my head without my knowing.
how you’ll be behind me, standing there as your presence grows.
though not a word you’ve spoken to me,
the drumming of my heart grows louder and stronger every time you pass.
no big gestures were needed for me to fall more and more for you.
all i needed and ever wanted was to have you near me;
not touching me, not kissing me with your soft lips,
not telling me romantic sayings,
but just there.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
****** … oh, ******
a precocious young child.
fourteen years of age, regularly chasing field boys.
plaid skirt waving; red braids swinging.
not a care in the world.
up until his arrival, you’ve been … in your own world, minding nothing.
he caught your attention, as you caught his.
it was a sin.
yet a sin worth doing.
thirty years of a crack in between.
neither parties cared.
the only thing that mattered?
your living, breathing curiosity;
and thus, your liking for him.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
dreams are weird. they’re like experiences that you think are true, but are not.
dreams are barely lucid. there are bits and pieces you can remember, and then you can’t.
dreams are perspective changers. you can no longer see the people around you the same way again—
not if they contribute to a disturbing dream you had.
dreams are painful. if you fall in it, you fall in real life.
it’s an out-of-body experience.
i hope to have better dreams;
or dream no more.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC