my advice is always
make a choice
you know you won’t regret
if you must choose between a few
darling please don’t fret.

it’s okay to regret the things
you didnt get to choose
but don’t remorse the one you did
means you didn’t think it through.

now here i am lying down
deep within my thoughts
maybe if I tweaked those words
i would have more than nought

it doesn’t really feel so great
to be the choice that wasn’t chosen
perhaps if i had thought it through
these tears would not be falling.

let me teach you
how to dance
to the song that is my heartbeat

first; lay your head upon my chest
stay silent, unmoving, hold your breathe
nothing?
no, there it is
steady, unyeilding, comforting
but as I feel you slowly exhale
it’s tempo accelerates
of course you induce that
‘butterflies in my stomach’ effect
if I was talking, I would’ve stuttered
as your fingers absentmindedly
drew patterns on my wrists
i could feel the hairs rising
my body calling out to your touch
gentle, calming, peaceful
and when I peak at you
your eyes are closed, relaxed
savouring the moment
our pulses meld together
and dance a tranquil tango.

the worst part about you leaving
must be the doubt
that maybe, just maybe
i might forget.

your presence
is a reminder of simply everything
and sometimes when you smile
in that quirky way of yours
i’ll remember a specific memory we shared

so if your eyes aren’t here
to glisten just right
and remind me of our talks at night
then, maybe, just maybe
i might forget.