I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know

Wandered a whiff,
trailing a breeze;
an inkling waft,
a tickling tease.
Faintly familiar...
Fragrant with ease.
Perfume of past,
present to please.

our mouths go dry,
our actions get lazy,
our anchors unmoored,
our directions change,
our bearings are misaligned,
our charts remain unplotted,
our complacencies swell,
our greed metastasise,
our ignorance nurtured...


How then,
would our story end?

.

Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling

My phone rings
I know it's you
27 missed calls
I look out
Are you there
Watching me
A woman orders a wine
I serve her and take her money
Shivers run down my back
Are your eyes
Following each step
Are you angry
That I'm dating again
Will you show up uninvited
I know you'll call
Another 20 times tomorrow
10 on the good days
Will you ever stop
Do you know
That the rebound
Isn't around 5/7
Will this ever end