How is it that my heart took a leap the moment the edges of her lips curved, smiling at me in a chanced glance, skipping a beat in the process. It was almost like the heart has eyes.
Right there, when he turned,
something was written in the air between me and him,
memories flashed in black and white
and a little part of it already blurred
These half blur yet vivid memories
they slam the door while my heart is in between
crushing it half on his side half on mine
Half wanting to leave these memories
stacked in a room and locked behind my head
The remaining half wanting to find the keys
- someone who takes people’s hearts to feed their ego.
- already dead inside.
- stays up all night chatting or texting or winning your heart.
- seeks validity.
I guess we never realize how toxic someone is until we breathe fresher air. So to you, deary, I hope you find the oxygen to your hydrogen gas. Someone fluid like water that looks through your cracks and sees what you have inside like water seeping through a broken vase. I hope you find that someone to have a strong bond with. A bond that can return to its old fluid state even after turning into ice in your on and off relationship. And when you meet that person, I hope you meet the chemistry as well. S/he’ll be the postive to your negatives and you’ll be the positive to his negatives. As if soulmates are born with polarities made for each other.
You see darling, even a stone heart breaks on hard ice. But yours must have been made of diamonds.
Perhaps when my walls came down, your feelings went along with it.
Perhaps as I empty another bottle of wine, I come to see how your words were too.
I heard a bird sing when I woke up this morning and I remembered how different it was to be so inspired.
Then I come across our old song and realize how people never put the song on their car or on the radio anymore.
Perhaps as the trends change, people too.
I knew I couldn’t watch you go when my tears decided to blur the sight of you leaving. I didn’t place my heart on your door so you could step on it on your way out. People learn. I have tied my emotions in ribbons so the next time I give my heart to someone, he’ll only ever have it when he decides to tear apart my gift-wrapped walls.
Oil on canvas
Artwork by Roy Rosatase