The open windows
that look gently
into your eyes
are now gleaming
with nothing
but
a dead-ended path
to an unknown and
unwanted world.
The tears that I
could have dried
from the bellowing
emptiness or the
impending crack
on your nowhere
heart.
The string of pearls
that would have
looked perfectly calm
on your ragged breaths
and purple-dyed veins.
The brittle bones
of your fingers
that should have held
the pen and drew words
and written images with
are now dusts on
my empty shelves.
The world is nothing
but cruel.
The closed casket
that locked your deep
brown eyes
form the rest of the
enemies and the
goodness
of humanity.
The empty IV dripping
with nothing
but the
the dreams, the nightmares,
the tears, the plans
of the lost and
the ******
My dearest,
where are you?
Hold me close
and make me feel
the tiny patches of
coldness in your bruised
skins. Hold me close
and make me hear
the cries that I could
never console.
Hold me close and
read this with me.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
I never knew that self-solitude can
feel this lonely and lovely,
that the four walls of comfort
somehow found its way under your skin
and bitterly burns every inch of you.
Your proclamation of happiness somehow
found your center and bundled it up
with a dim shade of gray
and the only thing you find precious
is your packet of cancer
and your bottle of dread -
two things keeping you alive
in every way possible, every time,
every breath, every waking moment.
Chapped lips and dried tongues;
gasping lungs and spinning room;
loss of voice and the inability to scream.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
kiss me -
the bareness of my neck
the fragility of my collars
trace me -
the curl of my ear
the geometry of my spine
choose me -
over &
over
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
When will your lips touch
the new scratches on my scars?
When will your fingers linger
just across my cheek, just
as the pain drips?
When will your spool caress
my fragmented windows?
When will your touch erase
the marks of his hits, the proof
of his existence, the crack
he left me with?
Where are you?
I've been waiting for you.
(Far too long)
Please come soon,
for the pain is quite unbearable
and I might not be here
when you decide
to.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
It's tedious to care
for someone as much
as I care
about you.
And I hope that
the tiny fragments
you planted
inside of me
will never be so
inconsiderately
left inside of you
too.
For the indifference
in the beat of my heart
and the longing
in the depths of my soul
will leave a mark
indelibly - in me,
beyond me.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Do you want to know
how I knew?
It's in the way
that you say her name -
like a criminal
caught red-handed,
yet forcing an alibi.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
I search for your face
in this sea of people and your voice
lulls me closer
even if
I haven’t heard it
yet.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
All I wanted was for the music
to remind me of you
not of my heartbreaks,
my pain, my doubts, my stupidity.
All I wanted was for the rhythm
to flow mellifluously along
the beat of my heart
as it synchs with yours.
All I wanted was for the beat
to move me along
just as how you did
when you first tugged my hand (and eventually, my heart)
All I wanted was for the notes
to make me think of your voice
just before we fall asleep
and immediately after we wake.
(Is it possible to lose the ear
for the tune of your favourite
song?)
All I wanted was for the pieces
to fit back to its jigsaw
where it (rightfully should and) used to be,
but how is that?
When every song in my storage
reminds me of the failed
last act we did and never had the courage
to actually fix?
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
Burn me -
everything I have:
my lungs, my body,
my soul, my sanity
Engulf me in your flames -
along with my all:
my memories, my sorrow,
my happiness, my tomorrows
Leave me in ruins -
among ashes,
among matches,
and an empty cigarette packet.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
My heart literally aches
with my everyday breath.
4 days in, without you,
without your voice that caresses my ears
every night;
without your genuine laughter for my
stupid jokes;
without your touch that I have craved
since the moment I met you;
without you.
You have infiltrated my daily ways,
my everyday routine, my tiny gestures.
You have conquered my needs, wants, and all of which makes me, me.
You, you selfish *******
You made my ways all about you.
The way I cook (without you
tangled on the width of my waist)
The way I wash the dishes (without you
landing your fingers on my nose)
The way I watch the tube (without you
nuzzling the contour of my neck)
The way I walk (without you
intertwining your hands with mine)
The way I do things, my every day things-
without you.
You, you stupid *******
You made my life about you.
You, you shameless *******
You made the tiniest thing special.
You, you ****** human.
You made everything perfect.
You.
You are gone.
And now I miss you.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC