All I remember
is remembering it hurt,
memories are haunting me now
and reality altered into doubts.
The pale moonlit night
is full of futile tears,
crying for the hands
that once held me.

The hurricane in my heart
is crashing down all my senses
and changing those
that was in greater good
into countless worsts.
It is inevitable,
and killing me within,
and I was left nowhere
cursing the wind.

Every bridge I built
was already burned;
the particular journey
of this avowed love
is now over.
And all I remember
is remembering it hurt.

my designs for you don't match your own
A telling tale of how far we've grown.

My lovely lines
all tangled and torn
yours won't bend or dip in time
too irregular for mine

Please don't design yourself around me any more
I confess; my heart lines are all messed!
I can bearly breathe I'm so tense
you don't take the care to give the freedom I do
my arches lay bare for you to go through
But You
reach right in and tie me in knots
its not the first time you forgot.

please don't draw your designs on me
they tangle me up so
don't choke me, please no,
I don't want to go.

Reaching for you has become a chore
more tangles and crossed lines than before

time to draw the line in the proverbial sand
Though you and I will still hold hands

please dont tangle me up any more
I promise not to too either I assure,

let's just draw our designs on either side
holding hands following the same line
and let the windy trails twist them up
as we leave them to mingle and twine.
I'll stay yours and you'll stay mine
and weave our way into a grand new design!

we are all souls
floating along the
sea of consciousness
buoyed by the boats
of our bodies

(how avidly we cling
to our  tiny,
so easily malleable
boats!)

then again
i cannot blame those
who value their boats
so highly
when mine is floating
alongside yours

(perhaps we should consider
shippooling)