#afterwards
We never made a promise, never tried
just slipped between arrivals and goodbyes.
No grand romance, no reason why
just one brief moment, once or twice.
You had your ship. I had the line.
We kissed, then drifted; clean, polite.
And though I knew you’d never be mine,
I still recall that final bite:
The glance through glass, the weight I wore,
the echo of your hand, now gone.
We said so little, but there was more
a tide still pulling; lingering on.
I stayed. You left. That’s what you do.
Still, once, I think you almost knew.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
Laughing so loudly
Breath short and scarce afterwards
Making jokes to share
Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 5:00 AM UTC
what keeps one from taking the first move?
not one's ego,
it's the fear of getting disappointed afterwards...
what keeps one from certain people?
not the fear of being judged,
it's the fear of being criticised afterwards........
what keeps one from togetherness?
not the fear of being used,
it's the fear of being misused and thrown afterwards...
what keeps one from love?
not the fear of getting the love faded,
it's the fear of being unloved afterwards...
actually the biggest fear is not "the present",
it is the fear of "the afterwards"....
can we live in the moments? and fear afterwards?
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
I was thinking of nothing when I met you
Silhouettes escaped my mouth and danced
A cowardly song, carrying my feelings to
My eyes open, widely entranced
By the idea of loving again
Soft footsteps, waterfall eyes
Excitement gripping my heart
Ideally, falling to pieces again
As I let you shred me apart
Loud music, static for brains
Fire leaves burns on my face
Lovely, finding the smoke in my veins
As I further my death into art
Dead hands, across burned flesh
Opposites dance in the night
Computer brains, refresh
And candles burn open my eyes
Oh the idea of loving again
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC