They say,
'**** them
with kindness.'

Soon,
I
became
jaded.

I didn't know
why leaving
appear so attractive
to me
but then
I always
see myself
coming back
to you
over
and over
again.

I saw it in your eyes,
you wished the lights didn't die.
They should never depart
to shine, they should never forgot--
but they did.

I saw it in your eyes, once more.
You wished the waves to come ashore
again, and quench the thirst
brought by drought of April first--
but they never did, again.

I saw it in your eyes,
even you cloud them with lies.
For I promised to always see you
the day you replied, "And I you."
But you never did.

You are the blaring alarm,
the cold whisper of fan blades
the first thing I feel
a reminder of the life we're borrowing.

You are the black pen,
the IDs swinging on navy sling
the very last thing I think of
before leaving.

You are the three-pages homework
of five classes
that I would cram in the morning.
You are the two hours sleep,
inside the cab,
that I indulge every evening.

You are the second one
on my Sudoku puzzle,
the scientific calculator
for my course on accounting.
You are the seemingly non-existent hole
of the silver needle,
you are the one I'll always be missing.

And throughout the day
of embodied lies,
savored smiles,
breath-taking laughs,
agonizing hollowness,
you would creep in--
fill me.

You are all that I see,
everything else fades into the background.

is selfless
wake up early
to cook
her family's
breakfast.

She--
is selfish
wake up early
to breakfast
her family's
cook.