If it doesn't
              set your soul on fire -

Don't do it.

I'm not the kind of person you fall in love with -

I'm always the option,
Never the choice.

You're eyes sparkle like the ocean,
They are as vast and blue too -

I wish I could swim in your eyes,
Forever looking at you.

Might as well be a precious treasure
Long lost to the sea -

When I write,
Putting that pen to paper -
Even if to merely create ink smudges
Where the thoughts die young -

I can feel each piece of me,
The ones I know are there,
And the ones I've buried so deep down
Even I forgot-
Swirl around my soul,
And gather in that pen -

So the words and patters and nothingness on that page
Are my everything,
My words, well, they're me.

Tears ***** my eyes
The hurt, I try to blink away
A flutter of open and close -
Once, twice, no three!

My jaw is tightly locked
As I fuse my teeth together
Counting each breath,
Out and in, out and in -

Over emphasising the sternness of my jawline
In a hope to distract from the pain
That is laced through my eyes

My love, my dearest other
Who is supposedly at home sick

Sits at the table across from me,
With another -

we were tangle-lost
and falling deeply -
as my skin brushed yours
the beating of our heart stilled -
joined -
and beat again.


There was looks in your eyes
that only I knew,
as we danced
under the lampshade of an old oak tree
I'd have given anything for thee.

now I sit alone
just me,
and some distant memories