The way he looks at her and she looks at him makes love look so effortless.
He doesn’t even notice how he is leaning in – towards her. And how her arm is intertwined around his so tightly; with such a devoted glint of comfort and familiarity.
I hope you're on the same train. Making the aftermath of falling easy, the complexity simply luminescent. Almost allowing me to feel light.
My heart had its fair share of lightness, brightness – heavy now but the smiles, the laughter; It makes me feel as if perhaps that is what I yearn for in The End.
But will I ever find happiness if I'm overflowing with joy?
Because the Melancholy of a platform sliding out-of-mind, with You standing there debating the tangles in your shoelaces warms up my equally tangled, Masochistic heart. Because that is not granted for me (us).
Not the handholding nor the scent of your hair when it’s 5 a.m. and your arms are knotted around my waist and we waste the day, the days, days in my bed. Oh, yes (please).
No. I can't get that. I remind myself: "I don't need that." I step onto the platform. I mind the gap. I dare do much But I cannot dare to trip, stumble, and fall.
Maybe it's the poet in me that believes that after all these years, and miles, and songs, that you might untangle yourself from her arms, tug on the string I tied to our fingers before you left, and find your way back to me.
Your heart is pulling you across the ocean, to ports with open arms waiting for you; and I'm left here wondering why it wasn't enough that I would have tore out my rib cage and made it into a boat for you to sail yourself there in.
I would wait here, at this port that is both where you have been and where you still are, until I turned to stone.
It's the poet in me that can't let you go.
A reflection on things that almost were, what will likely never be, and love of only the slightly requited kind.
Distance hurts It touches you more than you can touch the other person Distance hurts Time and space both stretches infinitely, without a reason Distance hurts People change like postage stamps on a letter Distance hurts When you don't know if it's for the better Distance hurts You leave with them being as sweet as sugar Distance hurts When you come back and they seem so far
Let me show you All the words I cannot find. Let me write them On your neck in faded lipstick stains. Close your eyes. Listen to my shaking hands. They have a code of their own, One that only you can understand. Listen to them rattle against your chest. Feel the heat of my breath Glide over your cheek. Listen to what it’s telling you. Feel my teeth tug at your bottom lip. Let me get as close to you as I can Without losing myself completely. I can’t say this aloud. Just listen to my body, Decipher the language it speaks, wordlessly. Somewhere in this mess, The purest love I could ever muster. A diamond In all of our rough.
What can win against time, someone asked me reminiscing the journey which started eighteen months ago with me and him philosophizing intricacies of life and human emotion relishing the daily luxuries of satisfying debates when little did I know that we would walk all along fighting demons in our own being surviving closed ends of fate and loneliness
The man I got to learn of his real, gentle and calm soul comforted with the truth of a warm heart eventually knocking out the dread of long distances between us relinquishing the storms in our minds embracing sparkles of different weathers
Shall it really last forever self-contained or burst out with emotion believing it really is us together and our love fueled by faith in search of its way which outlasts time a shining beacon in midst of an ocean of crowded wilderness.
Babe I hate to even think soon I'll be long gone that destiny's a painter and the art is bold drawn it hurts we have to part now that we're all grown it's a sting we waited for this moment only for I to leave town hurts that I can't change it, cuts I needs a bandage ***** harder than *******, cause I know that you won't manage our happy song's now a dirge, unreal like a mirage who'll get me to my feet when am parting with my clutch me frowned at the news but none could listen to my views guess I'll always end up trapped in a wrong place always emerge a victor in a wrong race I tried to appeal but karma won the case what else will be scenic like dawn clutching to your dress I hate to lose that smile cause it's a milli not a mile and
I'm aware.... when life takes me away... Tears may come your way... Babe hope you know I pray... That you don't cry for me... Please don't cry for me...
I pray you find warmth in some other way Can't promise we'll still feel us from a million miles away but I think I'll think about you every other day never doubting your love, that I totally swear I'll be present in every moment albeit I won't be there when your skies are clear and when the skies are grey I'll be the silhouette somewhere twixt your heart and soul melting the snow of your confusion and fears to keep your existence at bay Please don't cry, please try... try to think about us without a tear try to plough your way through the fear don't be lost in the Sea of loneliness Hope are the sails, life's a boat to steer Am not saying you should bottle up the melancholy it's alright to breakdown at such doldrums, it's okay I just wish sadness was food that you'd ship for me or an ***** I'd mute the speakers, or stop to play I wish life was a symphony, so that we choose harmony I hate that the sad song of our looming reality is in production and that it will soon be ready for karma to play, with such affection I loathe that you're bound to listen when we're missing I hate that I carry this worry to the hay role right from kissing and this affection's starting to feel more of a curse than a blessing
*Cause I'm aware... when life takes me away... Tears may come your way... Babe hope you know I pray... That you don't cry for me... Please don't cry for me...
They enter the café just as some sappy pop song is playing They order then immediately hug Embrace Swaying to one side, together, like the wind Encircling the leaning tower of Pisa Then teetering to the other solstice Foot to foot, smile to smile, hand round skirted waist Forearm resting on his tall blazered shoulders
This is forgivable in the young Those teeny-boppers with defiant hair-cuts and posters However, he has peppered hair She, though voluptuous and tanned, Must be in her 30s. “Affair.” My cynical devil snickers, between sips
But I sit mesmerized, and for the first time ever Envious. The chairs and the tables somehow seem more distant The song now sounds as if it’s funneled through some crackling phonograph The very light disentangles itself from stones It’s as if a sky has opened up in my chest Flying high overhead, one lone raven, Its slow shadow Gliding across my heart
Oh, how I miss you 5 states away
I see your smile on magazine covers I vaguely sniff your scent on passing women Yet you remain elusive - immaterial, haunting, While this visceral assault
Leaves me bewildered - empty An echo in a chiaroscuro cavern Fading for thee
please leave. (leave her) stay with me forever, even if you’re not with me. (don’t leave me bc u care for someone else) keep me in your chest (always have love for me) don’t let the banging scare you (i’ll get upset bc you don’t want me like you want her, but it’s okay) don’t say i love you more than once (tell one person you love them, not both me and her)