I wana be like poetry
but you don't even like to read

disappeared
i pray you never reappear

i don't sleep
but i dream.

I'm not unbreakable--
patch me up anyway

I mourn for your lips

So much that I feel aches that send speckles of darkness sinking into the pit of my stomach
and your smile alludes the impression that you are satisfied by this
and I discern the notion  of my lips having been touched but never really kissed

yet still, I mourn for your lips

lips that I have kissed, that never kissed me.

its as easy as pretending it never happened,
and
very well feeling as though its all thats happened.

So soft
more soft
too soft
shouldn't be soft
but couldn't be anything more than soft
perhaps couldn't be anything less than soft
beneath soft
not as soft
couldn't be strong without being soft.

so be soft, as soft as a moon in cancer

met you just to learn learn to let go
so that i could learn that not everything that glitters is gold.
met you so that i could learn that everything is not meant to last forever,
but instead, just long enough to teach you something
or to learn something about yourself.
met you, so that i could learn to say goodbye and make it mean something.
so i am glad, glad that i met you.

timing is truly as fickle as they say
you can't turn back the clock
you can't take back what you forgot to do,
or take back what you did do.
.
.
often when you're ready, the opportunity has passed,
and the window has closed
and the time that was so fickle, is no longer in your favour.

I couldn't say we were nothing,
but just short of something.

I have everything.
But feel nothing.