Tag Archives: kiss

trademark.

that was a hard
thing to do.
like always,
this paradox
of wanting
something
so badly
that in the end,
i don’t want
it at all.
the loss when
it is over
is not as deep
as i used to feel.

the surprise
is your trademark –
it happens now,
or not at all –
and i always
wonder
if part of you
hopes to miss
the chance
for complexity.
like the forlorn
longing is worth more
than confused frustration.

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force ii.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to laugh,
even when nothing
is funny;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to eat,
even when everything
is tasteless;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to let him,
even when nothing
feels right;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to endure,
even when everything
goes numb;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.


222.

like cricket,
except more
like golf.

is it okay
to hold
you up?

i see
your face
so vividly.

is it okay
to draw
my inspiration?

i see
it everywhere.
i see you.


emancipation.

i mean, don’t
quote me on it.
i’ll never
trust that
it is the real thing.

i couldn’t
tell you
what the signs are.
i just couldn’t
tell you.

i mean, don’t
quote me on it.
but i’ll never
forget the pain
or the nausea.

i couldn’t
tell you
what the signs are.
i just couldn’t
tell you.


life love.

you only get
one chance
for my tears.
he taught
me that
and i won’t
forget.

it’s too bad
you didn’t
meet me
when i was weak.
it’s too bad
you won’t
see me, again.

the story
of my life:
i will always
love you,
but one
of us
will leave.


too.

i missed you
for a moment
too long.
and my eyes
stung
with grief.

i kissed you
for a moment
too long.
and my lips
stung
with your words.

i loved you
every moment.
perhaps it was too long.
because now my heart
is torn
and broken.


go.

capitulating
devastating,
raw, feeble
plans of captivation.
humour and spirals
of madness
seek your eyes
and your fingertips.
drive with me
watch their
glistening eyes
twinkle with insanity.
try me
try me
try me.
your lust is my loss.


reminder.

i have to
remind myself;
he’s not you.
and it is
both good
and bad;
like that photo.

maybe one day,
my skin
will be clear,
and your head
will be clear,
and you can take
my photo.


melange.

like a dream,
similarly,
i both regret
and am grateful.
the sight
still makes
my heart race
and my stomach
cramp.

but i find
myself,
almost jealous.
i have only
ever caught
a glimpse
of her.
perhaps it is
a blessing.


always.

you’ve been
on my mind;
and for once,
i’m hoping
you don’t
respond.

i stumbled
upon the words;
at least
i think
it was
by accident.

you loved
me good,
you know that?
i would’ve
done anything
to keep it.

i wonder
if i’m tripping;
because i still
feel it.
i wonder
if you still do too.

it is almost
redundant,
whether i
dreamed
the whole thing,
or not.

because i’ll never
forget how warm
you held my heart.
i’ll never forget
how you
let me hold you.

it’s all changed.
like we knew
it would.
but just in case,
you’re ever in doubt;
i will love you.