#agegap
Can sheep swim? Or do they just float and kick in a direction?
3 am conversations with you
Sending me pics of wild bunnies your family's caught
Thinking of how much I love you
And even more, with each troublesome thought.
You're a tortured soul
With worries of your own
How I am not ready, how I've room to grow
In your drunken stupor you mentioned how "I love you."
And though it was true
I still feel as though I am to be
A crutch
For your melancholy.
I am young and fun.
Something to be had.
And still, you will not have me.
What can I do, for you to love me too?
What can I do, so that we may speak of dreams and sheep?
And how they swim?
What can I do, for you?
Mister "I'm not ready for love."
Mister "I don't even know what love is?"
Love is what I have for you,
Mister numbers and equations
Mister late night ruminations
Mister, My ultimate fixation.
What can I do?
To prove
The love I have for you?
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:31 AM UTC
a gap to wide in age,
i let myself believe that
you somehow could
be with me
eleven years apart,
you knew things i didn’t
i thought i was playing
you
but my mind said
he is
no evidence of
his feelings,
just a boy holding
onto to words
his father should’ve
told him
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 5:53 AM UTC
I used to wonder what it felt like
To be the only one you turn around
But now I know
You look at me
Like I’m the answer to a question
You’ve carried for years
Your face holds every scar,
Every chapter life carved into you
And somehow,
That made me love you more
We’re not from the same place in time
We’re different stories
But we chose the same line
On the same page
And that’s enough.
Loving you awakened something in me
It bloomed before I even knew what it was
And when I told you
I finally told you—
You smiled like you already knew
Your voice still catches me off guard
Not just the sound,
But the way it wraps around me
Like home.
You are indeed my home.
You’re strong in ways I can’t explain
And yet,
There’s still something boyish in your kindness—
Innocence that time never touched.
In your arms, the world makes sense.
I stop bracing for cold.
On that snowy night, when we finally fell asleep
With our breaths syncing into the dark—
I knew I’d never be alone again
I was afraid you'd hear my heart
Beating too loudly—
But you pressed closer.
And I didn’t have to hide.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
He is an exponential function.
Small rate of change at the beginning,
But he grows fast when he reaches a certain age.
I am a function of a straight line.
A big constant slope since the beginning,
But I also have a y-intercept way bigger than zero.
Let our age be the inputs,
And our maturity be the outputs.
At year zero,
We didn’t know each other.
We didn’t know we would cross each other one day.
We have been working so hard.
We have been living in different countries.
We were like two parallel lines,
Which would never meet each other.
But at year 20 for me,
And at year 30 for him,
We finally crossed each other,
And we were smart enough to find our intersection.
We are still growing into different directions,
Because that probably will be our only intersection.
But we only need that one intersection,
Because we are all independent now.
We don’t need other people to input data anymore.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
His eyes
The way they were shaded like a sea of waves cascading down on all of your worries and they could seep into your heart and make everything okay again.
His hands
The way they were calloused and how I wished I grabbed them and never let go on that quiet peaceful night.
His voice
The way how his voice was quiet and beautiful but could fill an empty room with cries of joy
His laugh
The way he laughed and how it pulled my heart strings hundreds of ways every time
His smile
The way his nose would crinkle up and thin lips would spread across his face. How just one smile could of solved all my problems.
Him
The way he made me fall in love with him every single god **** time. How I would give up everything just to be with him again.
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Your father was raised in Panama. I can imagine him vividly... The floral silk shirt with velvety red cravat, tan leather loafers, waxed-to-perfection moustache, and a big cigar. It was the late sixties and he was beautiful. I've never seen a photo but I can tell by the way you talked about him. His joi de vivre oozed into your stories and I recognized it: the distilled essence of his elegance was passed to you, and you shared it with me.
We met by our mutual attraction for showing off... I wanted to be treated like a delicate porcelain treasure - you wanted a plastic toy with the price tag of an heirloom. Twenty five years my senior and you still hadn't learned your lesson about girls like me... I may have broken your heart, but you should've known a tryst between the free-spirited edge of seventeen and a businessman with dreams of Panama would burn out in the end, just like your father's cigar.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
I used to always say you were my home.
Whenever I got lost to follow my heart and id be right back to you.
You used to say if I laid on my right you would always be on your left.
When I sought comfort I would lay among.
I used to always say you would be around forever
When I was lonely I thought of our future.
I always used to save you saved me
Whenever I was hurt to listen to your voice
But you're gone now
I'm lost and I can't find my way home
My heart torn and broken always leads me where I cannot go
My right side is now a place of pain
I can not lay on that wrecked side without crying
You're gone forever
I don't know if we'll ever have a future
The barbarians of my mind start to overcome my sanity
And the your voice is the only weapon to defeat them
You may come back and you may not.
All I know is nothing will be the same in the story of my mind
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
**hug me once again
smile at me once again
take my hand once again
it's not love
i swear
i feel save in your arms
i feel good when we laugh
my heart races when we touch
but it's not love
i swear**
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
The rain drops are falling
For I'm still here sleeping
You turned my world around
Just for it to be shattered
It's been three months since we talked
But it feels like a enterty
Maybe if you leave me be
I'll eventually be happy
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
I swallowed her and now
She lives inside me or I live
Through her, we are alive.
I’m her friend, her teenage
And fantasies, a sixty year old-
Hair and books she ever read
Long distance phone calls
And delight matched our
Love for Sujata, Mr And Mrs Iyer
And I sat on her couch on my
Despised vacations sketching
Letters to Milena, Quabbani
And we spoke of her brothers,
Generations and cafes I went.
I’m Delhi, Bangalore and
Endless conversations-
She never met and she’s my
Lost Malayalam, postcards and
A world so familiar, a childhood.
Hold your breath and relax
I’m going to stay and listen
Till you are out of stories and
I repeat, remind and you smile.
I’ll get you melodies and 60s
Harold Robbins and Nutan,
Your weirdness and aloofness.
You don’t grow old with me
I’ll live, I promise as your fonts
Visit places you walked and
Write to you all, deep- blue
Letters, deep- blue-letters.
You are my first high-heels
Strawberry fields and music system
I’ll recite you a love story
Picture him as our classic heroes
And giggle as girls sixteen and
Seventeen. You swallowed me
And I live through you, we’re alive.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
A princess with a broke heart.
A prince with impeccable smarts
A princess who could never trust
A prince with tremendous lust
A princess that wouldn't fall
A prince who knew it all
A princess who fell in love
A prince who knew nothing of
A princess who would weep
A prince fast asleep
A princess that carried lies
A prince with ocean eyes
A princess who was dying
A prince that was felt like he was flying
A princess stuck in her dreams
A prince with High esteem
A princess who finally had enough
A prince who acted tough
A princess who spilled her guts
A prince had slept with the *****
The princess who said a eight letter phrase
The prince who would never be just a phase
A simple girl who fell in love with
A complicated guy who just slipped by
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC