keep my heart in a mason jar
above your bed
take it down and look at it
from time to time

then watch with a frown
on the day the jar slips through your fingers
and plummets to the hardwood
with a crack & a shatter

"sorry" you'll mutter
with an almost interrogative inflection
but you won't pick up the shards
you'll stare blankly at the contents - my heart
it's messy, not what you wanted

stains from the girl with the mason jar heart
will haunt the floorboards and echo in the walls
and you'll wish you'd been more careful
when you had her in your hands

- m.f.

Waking up to rains is treasure in life,
The gushing sound of it, the rose trellis dangling from the floor above and plants in my balcony bursting with joy, billowing in the tempting breeze
Its raining with such force, all the houses, skyscrapers blurring, though the lights, chandeliers burning brighter than they ever did before
Droplets hang on the metal bars, finding a moment of rest, before finally dripping down to the ground, my mind lost, breathing in the petrichor
Poppies and chrysanthemums, giddy, blushing in the grey toned, rose tinted sky
Bunnies’ coming out of their wooden burrow, where they had been escaping throughout the rain, the force has been stolen,
Its bittersweet, loving but never being loved back, falling to be able to breathe again but then holding back,
Allowing being trapped, afraid of nakedness, for a second, stuck in a dilemma, then giving it all.
The rain, falling, powerfully, in all its glory, like it can’t wait to release it all, all the emotions, churning inside,
I can’t hold it back either, I love you, and I have tried evading, running, crashing into him
But all of this doesn’t work, useless, to no avail.
And I see you there in your black rimmed glasses, clouded with droplets searching for me,  your are somewhat blinded ,never seeing me the way I want to be seen, always a friend, a pretty friend;
Never a beautiful lover.
Rain had always been ours, I remember oh how we used waltz in the pouring rain on your terrace, how you made warm poptarts later, you always burnt them on sides, but I still used to love them
And we used to feast on them, still shivering with cold and tingling with happiness that had seeped into us.
I was wrong, the rain had never been ours, I only have a memory to hold, to cherish, the bittersweet rain, loving but never being loved back.
Rain will continue on forever, but us, our existence it will fade away, we were only there for a little while, she is beautiful, I know, you love her, I know.
I’ll tell you today, about all my love and dreams, and will leave broken but free, crashed but ready to fly again, to soar high.

On the shore I stand,
Feeling my toes in the sand,
Foggy, cloudy weather,
Grey sky, has no sign of pleasure.
Feeling my Feet drawn,
With every wave feeling down,
I've been there for a while,
Waiting just to see her smile,
Like a star between the cloud,
She appears between the crowd,
I could feel nothing but the air,
Messing and moving her hair,
My conscious could not bear,
  I could not tell fantasy,
From the bare reality,
She's just like Illusion,
It was strange what I felt,
she softly made my heart melt,
Slowly she went out of my sight,
I tried to keep her there,
I started running ,
Trying to follow her there,
She disappears in the nowhere,
just there,
I fell...
The sand became harder than I thought,
It became concrete and so cold,
something was next to me,
strangely it's my bed !
It was all a dream,
nothing but a dream,
she was never there,
I don't know where,
She is there somewhere,
I'm in love with a ghost,
It's a nightmare.