I tell Jasmine,
Whenever something good happens
all I do is wait for the bad to come (because as much you laugh is as much you’ll cry, trust me my grandma told me that)
She stops for a beat, the soft evening light one with her mocha skin.
Jasmine says she never thinks anything is for the good
Who hurt us?
Who carries the weight of this vast blue sky,
Under which Jasmine and I walk
On a warm tropical winter evening
Young enough to still be excited about cigarettes
Our bodies soft as fish, us walking, nay, flowing with the warm currents
Secretly afraid the sky might fall on our shoulders, and then what?
Will it be heavier than this heart we carry? (the metaphorical one)
Jasmine never believes anything is for the good.
Jasmine is in love. You can see it in her eyes.
We walk back to the hostel, and I can already see her drifting apart.
As time’s tectonic plates shift,
I am here
And she will be somewhere else
But today, we are together.
Jasmine is in love and I am just walking.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
I tell Jasmine,
Whenever something good happens
all I do is wait for the bad to come (because as much you laugh is as much you’ll cry, trust me my grandma told me that)
She stops for a beat, the soft evening light one with her mocha skin.
Jasmine says she never thinks anything is for the good
Who hurt us?
Who carries the weight of this vast blue sky,
Under which Jasmine and I walk
On a warm tropical winter evening
Young enough to still be excited about cigarettes
Our bodies soft as fish, us walking, nay, flowing with the warm currents
Secretly afraid the sky might fall on our shoulders, and then what?
Will it be heavier than this heart we carry? (the metaphorical one)
Jasmine never believes anything is for the good.
Jasmine is in love. You can see it in her eyes.
We walk back to the hostel, and I can already see her drifting apart.
As time’s tectonic plates shift,
I am here
And she will be somewhere else
But today, we are together.
Jasmine is in love and I am just walking.