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 Nov 2013 iris tan swee ling
Jay
I knew you
in an instant
when I saw you
pass by
like I've known you
my entire life.

We lived out
each other's lives
in one another's eyes
making love with
awkward glances
and shying smiles.

We shared the simple
yet meaningful conversations
that one has at  2 o'clock AM
all without saying a word.

It was very easy to love you
and spend my life with you,
even if it was only for an instant.

You poured the coffee
and I left the tip.
My dear, if you are reading this, don't fret, for this is fiction.
You
You give me that feeling where my feet don't touch the ground
And our breathing is the only sound

You give me that feeling where my breath catches in my throat
With closed eyes I freely float

You give me that feeling where my heart beats against my chest
And everything else is expressed

You give me that feeling when my hands can explore the contours of your skin
And it creates a powerful passion within

You give me that feeling when my eyes get struck with your pair
And I can't help but stare

You give me that feeling when your lips collide with mine
With one smooth movement we align

We become one
And we shine

The definition of love we rewrote
My entire heart I will devote
To you my love
My one and only
I'll never let you be lonely
Ever again
I've given up my heart and then
I'll take your hand
And I promise to always stand
By your side forever
Whatsoever
I wrote this for her
Writing eludes me
As I search for the words
To fall upon this paper
But instead I am confronted
With past repeating beats of my pen
Singing along with the melody of sorrow

Extinguishing my pain
Into the forever of my notebook
Trying to ****  the details of my lovers
Only they stay lit,
Burning among my past
With the pages of my future
As my torch is to my felt-tip
As my oxygen is to my lust
Lighting up those well too known letters

Living in elapsed desires
They cannot elope my words
They surround my every thought
They cloud my every walk
For it is my murders
That drive this ink
Right through my chest
Making me mad
For the affliction I crave
And the people that
I'll take with me
Stored in these scratches
To that lonely grave
Probably be adding and editing this one for awhile. Not completely finished yet
Tell me, have you ever been in love before?
When the kind of love you feel is something magical
That it can bring a beautiful mess in your mind

Tell me, have you ever found yourself smiling uncontrollably?
When all you are doing is just re-reading your old texts with him
And nothing can wipe your smile off your face

Tell me, how many times have you said his name in one day?
You can’t even count because you do it in, like, every second
And it makes your friends get bored of hearing it

Tell me, have you ever gone through a day missing him so bad?
And all you do in your sleep is dream about him
That you want to pick him from your dream and hug him for real

Tell me, how your heart beats so loud like an earthquake when he talks to you
And you should reply his words instead of staring at his face
And you go talk about something silly and it makes you wonder if he ever hears your loud heartbeat

Tell me, have you ever imagined all the good things you can do with him?
And he’s all what you think and daydream about all day
And then you realize that things never happen like you imagine them

Tell me, how can you forget him who has given you so much to remember?
Tell me, how can you let him go when he has already inspired you to write this poem?
today, my wounds began bleeding again
they oozed out unspoken words,
nights of sleepless tears and
102 drafted texts that were never sent
the clots of pain and fears spilled out from
my emotional wound that i subconsciously scratched, blood running down my arm and onto the floor
but others can’t see heartache
i cover up tiredness with pills and fake smiles
i’ve been too good at hiding from myself
i have it down to an art and the invisible blood leaves myself like a river desperate for the sea
They float like butterflies in the breeze.
Their flutters ping chills upon my skin.
Tenderly they caress my soul.
I know something is about to begin.
Oh heart, never let go. Let all the fears fade away.
Your words still lingering my ears, enrapturing me to this day.

Whisper to me. Churn my mind.
Help me to see that you are mine.
Drift me off on a cloud of love.
The closest thing to the heavens above.

We sway and dance, fingers entwined.
Your ripe lips tango with mine.
You brush my hair from my cheek and smirk the way you do.
Our love unique with all that we've been through.
Tell me the sweet nothing's I'm longing to hear.
I can feel the love in the air.

Whisper to me. Churn my mind.
Help me to see that you are mine.
Drift me off on a cloud of love.
The closest thing to the heavens above.

My soul it sings for you, fingertips searching the wind.
Your voice echoes in my heart. Let our journey begin.

Whisper to me (whisper to me).
Churn my mind. (Soft, elegant whispers in the background).
Help me to see that you are mine.
Drift me off (drift me off) on a cloud I'd love (love, love, love).
The closest thing to the heavens above...
You took my breath away
Countless sleepless nights of thinking coupled with realism
I begin to breathe again

The air tastes bitter tonight
I want to write until tears fall from my eyes
and my pen runs dry and I draw silent and still
I want to write you into words I can take with me
I want to capture your being and form on paper
I want to write to soothe the cacophony inside me
I want to pull it out of me, pull me out of myself
in ribbons and strands until I fill a room
I will look at all that was in me, tugging on strings
that have left me empty. I want there to be nothing left.
Hollow out my insides leaving me with nothing but air in my spaces,
leave me with air and pencil shavings
Put all that is me out on display
Maybe then I will find calm.

I want to write about you,
I want to write until I know and understand you so well I confuse you with myself.
I will write and use up all the words in this language,
then make up new ones to describe exactly how 2,630 miles feels like when it weighs inside a heart,
how it feels to smile back at a photograph,
how I recognize voices through doors and it turns out to be a stranger.

I want to write about things gentle and soothing,
things that can act like a surrounding embrace to a heavy heart. I want to comfort myself.
I want language to be like my imaginary friend I whisper to behind a child's hands.
I want to hurt and I want to need, I want to evoke and I want to express.
I want to strike a chord and resonate for ages, a reverberation to last a century beneath the earth.
I want to not make sense and be misunderstood.
I want to cry silently in my pillow,
filled with emotions so human and so real that I know I Am Alive.

I want to find new words for your eyes, your voice, the curve of your spine.
People talk about making homes out of hearts and ribcages,
maybe I can do that too, live inside the marrow of your bones.
I want to fall into your deepest corners and find You,
then I want to surround you with a tender warmth that will calm and douse you
and you will know that you are Loved,
I want you to know that I will take care of you.
There will never be another who will do just This for you.
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