The first man that I ever fell for
treated me like that vibrant shirt in his closet that
he never chose to wear but never could throw away.
But I never left,
I sat instead in a pile of wrinkled fabric waiting to be worn.
And wear, he did.
Four years of pixie dust and careless romance till the day,
I said I did not want to be with him anymore.
"But why?" he asked. "I'm not happy." I replied.
And then came, her.
She lived far away in another world
with her beautiful lover that she sang of, everyday.
and to love her would have gone in vain.
But love, I did. Because
my heart is as big as the ocean with roaring waves of affection
but it's a shame that you cannot contain an ocean
in tiny glass jars.
I crave for sorrow and flaws,
my daydream is a love story with a sad end.
I don't go looking for relationships, promises or fairy tales.
I crave for salty tears, thunderstorm kisses and
magnificent words that sound like crashing waves at the shore.
I don't want you to stay with me for a lifetime,
I want instead,
is inspiration, your thoughts in my head and my thoughts in yours
and our temporary happiness to get by.