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.
romance
My King
Carry me to an ocean away from my insecurites.
Carry me to a light that glimmers by the bay.
Whisper your love to me beside the warmth of a bonfire.
Watch the sunset slowly leave our sight.
Listen to the tides soar and retreat.
And when my crown has grayed,
carry me in your arms once more.
When you forget to remember
It’s all downhill from here
passion’s fading
it gets easier
you start to hear the birds chirp again
in the mornings
when you woke up in the smell of brewed coffee
in the nights when you’re okay
watching a movie by yourself
when you’re not with him
and not lonely at the same time
when you’re eating homecooked dinner
and you forget to remember him
Less coffee and more milk
more of me and less of you
less coffee and more milk
a glowing skin and healed scars
a pruned rose
an orchestra of emotions
beautiful, sad, tragic,
a little less toxic me
Bookworm
Remember when he held your hands.
Remember the days you would miss him but he would be back.
It’s Sunday evening and you’re sitting outside,
the porch light in a yellow mood.
the wind is cold,
your breath is lonely.
Remember when he used to offer you his coat.
Remember when he took you to the beach one time.
Now another week has gone by.
You sit under the porch light again,
this time reading a book.
You can still hear him say
“read this, this one’s really good”
Yes, you take refuge in books.
A gust of wind blows and you just let it turn the pages,
as you were deep in thought…
Remember when you went out for movies,
Remember when you biked down 5th avenue,
going faster and faster,
like you never had to worry about falling down.
Remember?
You always forget why you don’t
have to remember these things anymore.
The catch
In the end,
it’s not always about the fall.
It’s about the catch,
and the impact of the cold hard ground
when he didn’t.
Broken record
In the beggining was a beautiful lyricless song
and a tone of voice that hummed along
bringing the sweet lull of a loftier melody
turning notes into emotions
spinning it in circles
Like a broken record
repeatedly skipping back a moment in whats being played
unable to move on to the next verse
to finally finish the song this little heart sings
In the beggining was a beautiful lyricless song
This is letting you go
If you’re not happy
if I’m not enough
if we’ve outgrown our love
if you’re not my forever
if I’ve stolen too much of your sleep
and if it’s all of the above
I’ll not beg you to fight for us
oh if you could unbreak
because this is how
I still love you so dear
just as in the very beginning
but so much more
so this is letting you go
Blurring of the dichotomy between dreams and reality
You are in the line
between reality and dreams
on whether we turn into an “us”
or you remain being
my dream
or a shattered dream
Sometimes silence attacks me
so violently at night
I’d sleep with earphones plugged in my ears
fall asleep with the sound of a classical song
it mimics the peace in my mind
before your silence started to haunt me
Sometimes in the day
it’s okay to shut off the world
and go back to bed
maybe it was just a dream
but it felt real
I know this pain is real
A mirror image
Hearts are made of glass
hers molded into a mirror
he may have broken it
when he looks
close enough to see
shattered it may be
he’d still see himself
in her mirror heart