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Before the thoughts flood in to cloud
your judgment, ushering in rain,
clapping thunder--

Before you are dripping wet--
clothes, and all-- jumping at every
flash and roar of frowning heaven--

Before you give into madness--
reading pessimistic meanings into every absent gesture--

Can you be a little bit more patient? Stand ground a little longer? And maybe--- out of the kindness of your heart--
find out why?

It could be that the heavens break loose to answer the cries of a thirsty earth,
It could be that thunder is poetry in
light and vibrations,
It could be that my fist is clenched to welcome warmth


Can you be patient?
...
and maybe start asking why too?
Every single time. Every time I tell myself not to get my hopes up, not to get attached. And every time, I fail anyway. I'm a lover, a fighter, a thinker, a survivor. I don't know what it is. I don't know why being distant is so difficult. I trust no one. I refuse to love. I won't be anything but loyal. I push people away. And I do it on purpose. At least then, I'll know who to blame.
Every time I tell myself: "no, you have too much to lose" "no, he doesn't mean it" "no, you aren't still in love" "no, you aren't going to fall". I'll always prove myself wrong, which in turn, proves my doubts right.

I don't want to be a back up plan, a second choice, an option. I want to be the one and only one on your mind. I want to be a priority. I want to feel loved, know I'm loved. I want loyalty, honesty, integrity.

Yet, every time. I settle.
Written 1.27.16
Trembling over my haunted thoughts,
Deciding whether to listen to songs or not,
My playlist plays all songs I have no mood to listen,
My books are all placed on the table,
Yet my imagination run so wild that I couldn’t focus on anything,
I don’t know how many times I switch off the air conditioner,
Or do I want to curl up under my blankets?
Should I grab some chips and watch a movie?
Ah, but I already brushed my teeth,
Should I reply to the unanswered text messages?
Should I sleep, but I already slept five hours earlier
Or should I check my social medias?
But I would just be sad again viewing other people’s profile and pictures
I don’t know what to do,
I feel like I’m trapped into a loop of indecisive nights,
Should I click game over so I won’t wake up?
I bite my lips and scratch my wrist,
Because they were so dry yet so sore at the same time,
I feel silence and silence is so loud I’m deafened by it,
The color of my lips is pale peach,
And my eyes are empty,
This is my indecisive night,
The night which I do nothing but write my thoughts.
Dreams are like bubbles
Fate is a fact
A destiny, a mystery !!
We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming ....well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.
Be with someone who gives you the feeling of the breeze on a warm night in the middle of July.
My eyes didn't close
And my mind was screaming
The weight of it all
Rainbow
moments
divide
our
desires
into a
spectrum
that
can
never be simplified
by colours alone
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