Inhaling loudly, she is mindful and content. She stands in the center of the skyscraper building, swamped by the tick of high heels and chatter. She is hesitant and anxious, but composed. A number of scenarios go through her head, as a mass of bodies walk past her small frame. She goes for it, and walks confidently toward him. She clutches onto her files and folders. He sees her now, he smiles. The small interaction makes her stumble, and her hands let loose, papers floating through the air and swiftly skimming the floor of the office building. He helps her gather the papers, and they both stand tall, inches away from each other. “I’m such a clumsy, I mean I’m such a clutz.” He laughs, she laughs.

When I was a little boy biking through the lush greeneries of our local park,
I fell down and scraped my knee.
Tears in my eyes, with blood coming out of the tear on my leg, I came to my parents.
Their reaction at first was what I had expected. Shock and fear for their son’s well-being came to their faces, but after realizing I was mostly okay, they uttered a line I still remember quite clearly.

It went like this:

“At least it’s just a scratch.”

And so with that began a life of “at leasts” and compromise.

“At least you passed the test”
“At least you made it on time”
“At least you were only late to the first 30 minutes of the movie”
“At least you were able to cram your homework”
“At least you managed, somehow, some way”
“At least you didn’t die”
“At least you were given part of what you wanted”

Part of what I wanted.


Now, I’ve grown wise enough to know that you aren’t always going
To attain or achieve everything you desire.
But when life always sells you short, you lose hope

But the most cruel "at least" that life decided to bestow upon me was...

“At least…. You met her.”

Yup.

The compromise was I couldn’t have her
I couldn’t make her my home
Because she was never there to stay.
“At least, you met her”

It was a tragedy
But a part of her will always remain
Because that part of her, no matter how small
Somehow changed something in me-
And, dear god, I hope it’s for the better.

For all the moments that ended in a bleak of an eye,
For all the deep conversations,
The true feelings
Once vanished
Like a lie.
For the memories,
The music,
The youth,
The enthusiasm that slowly dies.
For you,
For me,
For us together
One day under the same sky.
For the word forever,
Once said from the deepest of the heart.
For the laughters,
The dreams,
And whenever I cried.
For a reason ,
For no reason,
For all the people
That stayed in the heart.
For my father, for my mother,
For my brother,  I loved so hard.
And for all those I never forgot.

It may be a strange behaviour for you,
To like someone that you don't know,
To understand their feelings as if they were my own,
To accept their thoughts even when it doesn't add up with reality.

But you have never seen yourself from a different view,
Believe me you'll fall too.

-HIY

You asked me to call
once I got home.
Home,
a place I'd never been before.
Before I met you

We met in the rain, wet, distraught,
too short a moment ot engage,
to wrapped up to become enraptured,
too uncomfortable for comforting.
The rain created our chance meeting,
then dampened our greetings.

I met you on a Saturday night,
You were wearing a white and tanish shirt
Skinny jeans
Grey converse  
It that made me sad when I found out you live somewhere else.
Don't know why
I just met you and don't know anything about you
But,
I think you're
Well,
Great

I like...
Your smile, how you laugh
I like the way you look at me
I love it when you kiss me
I love it how you make me feel
As I'd everything suddenly disappeared and it all was perfect.
I like how perfect you are,
But the only thing I hate is that
I haven't met you.
We'll meet at the right time
Or maybe I have met you, but I just don't know you're the one.

It's funny I write these poems
For someone I don't know.

To end this, I'll just say,
I love you

All that I done for you
So many I cannot count
I hope you'd care for me too
But my wishes, to you didn't amount
The energy I spent, I time I gave
You took, oh so eagerly
But it was your turn, you saved
And hid everything selfishly
Is it wrong to ask the same
Or if not a little more?
Do you think my love's a game?
Why is giving such a chore?

Perhaps I've been blinded to see
All your self-conceitedness
In truth, you never loved me
A thief of love and innocence