Phoenix

In all likelihood you will forget how the colours played tricks on our eyes and the dew clung to our clothes and hair under the watchful, silent stars. But if you don’t, you’ll understand one day when God will bless you with a daughter of your own. One who waits and waits all day long for you to come home from work so you’ll take her out for ice cream like you promised, and refuse to go to bed without a story. She’ll grow up. You’ll teach her about music and religion and sex, no matter how much you dread talking about the latter. She will be your entire world wrapped up in glorious glowing young skin. And you will be careful, because you don’t want that day to ever come when she might not listen to you, when the voices in her head will tell her to do exactly the opposite of everything you’ve tried to instill in her. The fear of that moment will make you understand. Understand completely.

You forgive me now, and I forgive you too. And once God forgives us both, everything will be as good as ever before.

I love you

so I'm fighting for you still.

Drift

Like the crash of waves against a shore, so punctual, we lay ourselves down. Our measured, calculated awareness elsewhere like lost baggage upon these stations and stops we stand waiting at. Crossing from platform to platform, with our deceiving faces, we just fall, face down, on train tracks and ask to be flattened under the weight of an accident.

Every mistake isn't a lesson learned, but an encounter, a show of resilience. We start to wonder if we've been born in the wrong house. I feel as sorry for myself as I do for you.

Then there are those who walk with no intention of ever coming back home, but they end up even farther behind the starting line than before the race began.

Bruise

of teeth against lip against skin.

And the words that flow off your tongue so easily, so simply, against my heat.

The Flower In My Hair

The dark, distracted look in his eyes, skillfully disguised by translucent sleep, has me magnetized, hypnotized. Crazy.
He left me no choice but to put a spell on him and tell him stories about my frozen winter nose. So, he let me call him mine for sometime and now. Now.
He does not break in my hands, I tried.

Chewing Gum

Wherever from, your entrances are grand ones and all I can ever do is to celebrate my helpless hurting heart cradled amidst half-trapped breaths.

My Equinox

Don't remember when
days were divided into
those with worry and those
without.
 
With a choice,
or no way out.

On exceptionally clear nights, when the soft darkness of the sky outstreches beyond its usual grasp and reaches us, I like to point a finger toward a supposed heaven to count stars with a bright wish in my heart for you to join me. And you were right, I do want to recreate all the fantastical scenes we watch in movies, not because I believe in them, but because I want to live every minute of every day, awake or asleep, in a new world.
 
So I like to dance in my dreams, I like listening to songs with dirty lyrics, and I'd kill to be a little like Lady Gaga or Katy Perry. I like painting things in the colours of the rainbow, I like zoos, I like telling strangers about the intimate details of my life. I take pride in wearing my heart on my sleeve. I like banana flavoured ice cream, and talking about things without stopping, I like jumping from the sofa to the armchair to the footstool to the table and back to the sofa again. I absolutely adore teeny tiny fuzzy-peachy bundles of joy and warmth, and the scent of a certain particularly gorgeous boy.
 
My purpose? To try everything.
 
I might be like everyone else, or unlike anyone else. There's little I understand, but I'm certain a lot needs to be done - priorities to be straightened, growing up and serious thinking to be done. For now, though, I'm lazy and liking it.
 
But what am I, if not experiences? If I can't create every feeling there's ever existed in my head? If I can't fall in love with you over and over and over again every time? If I can't make you happy in ways that lovers before us couldn't even have imagined? Even in their unaware dreams. They couldn't have.
 
You know so well, I'm extraordianrily crazy for you.
 

My Heart Is Divided Into 2 Like a Pair of Lockets Around The Necks of Me and You

When I forget how to speak, how to think, how to breathe, I still manage to remember you. You are irreplaceable. An unparalleled lost treasure, you could turn anyone into gold. A treasure safe from time. To infinity and beyond.

Don't answer each helpless question correctly. You might not leave anything behind. But put your pride away, inside my palm, because I'll only break it to build it up stronger than before.
Turn
me
into
your
work
of
art.

Dizzy Dancing

Happy New Year, Little Monsters.

Crazy Beautiful

It's not just a coincidence. It's an intricate pattern of alphabets and interlocked fingers and secrets that we've discovered. And I love repeating it to myself. Not to you because I still get nervous and shy, you know. 

Sorry, I Apologize For My Lack of Propreity

I'm not competitive really. Only jealous. Rawr.