|I'm a real nice person deep down... like really really deep down....|
I can still feel the weight of your words
Lingering in the air
settling in the pit of my stomach
hefty and ruinous
coursing though my veins
wrecking everything in its wake,
Like your name
that just leaves a bitter aftertaste...
It only took the sound of her heels
Tick- tocking against the floor
Firm and confident
To silence the buzz in the air
With her Chanel wafting through the
air, intoxicating and addicting
Numbing the senses of the one's talking
A reincarnation of Satan
A Skirt in a room full of suits...
MY SAVING GRACE
I can still hear that sizzle melody
When you tried tracing the path
That i once travelled
Burnt and poignant
With ash covered footprints
Of the faces and places
i left in my wake
for i was HELL FIRE
YOU my Saving Grace ..
I remember the way your tiny hand wrapped around my finger felt Like, so warm and tiny. Wrapped in a soft pink blanket, beautiful and fragile. I fell in love with the way you blinked your big blue eyes at me and wrapped your other hand around my pinkie as if asking me to promise You, to keep you safe.
Days after days I watched you grow more beautiful and mischievous. From trying to stand up on wobbly legs and run to me. I remember that smile on my face when you ran into my arms with your first ever walk. That warmth that spread through my chest, melted that stone cold heart and made it thump loudly.
Now as i place your hand into his, don't mind the tears ...
The Shooting Star
He being the hopeless romantic,
Fell in love with the way,
She tried to reason
With him, the real cause behind
The shooting stars, instead
Of wishing upon them...
I blame all the men that told me
"I was worth so much more"
"That I deserved so much better"
for the way the crevices
that run down my skin
from the path that was once traced
The one's that are too good
to be claimed by anyone...
I think i figured out
what it was about you
that was so darn alluring.
It was your eyes.
The catchlight in your eyes
reminded me of that full moon
with the wolves howling
as the alpha and the Luna became one.
I knew it long before you did, that you were in denial. The way your hands trembled when i laced mine with yours told me how much bigger the voids were that she'd left behind.
The First Time
Oh how i wish i could tell you what the swirls of the black n blue on the canvas meant. It was the only thing I remember that covered your skin when I first saw you....
I've always heard of the 11:11 wishes coming true. But it was 12:13 when i knew I had found something i never even wished for.
I'd love to watch the remnants of all that was once covering my skin turn into ash when your hand makes it way down...
While gazing at the person standing in the mirror. I couldn't help but think of what it was that repelled you so much that you couldn't bear to tell me the stories that the moon heard when you mumbled at night?. Was it my scars that reminded you of your own?.
Maybe it was the way i swayed when the storm came that you thought that maybe I wasn't steady enough to build a home around.
Maybe i reminded you too much of the one that left your heart aching in the middle of the night. Maybe just maybe...
There's a way I'd like to place my arms around you. Like the darkness that holds the stars together. Protecting them against the light that's too blinding.
Hades and Persephone
This tale is about the one who ruled the underworld with a halo of the fire burning brighter than any pyre with eyes that resembled the depths of an abyss.
This tale is about the most beautiful being to walk the earth with a rosiest pink covering her cheeks and eyes that resembled the colour of the brook.
This tale is about the time he left the underworld and ventured the earth and found her walking through the orchids. Like a moth drawn to a flame. The ruler of hell was at the mercy of the naive.
Unaware of the wrath that would unleash on earth he took her with him.
And built her gardens with the pinkest pink and the deepest red there was ever...
The 2am Jingles
The 2am jingles of the beer bottles clanking together is all i remember, along with the breeze flowing from the window lulling me further into a slumber so deep with your hazy form calling my name.....
At 6, she saw her mother humming a tune in the middle of the night. Pressing her face closer into the wet pillow. On asking her she said " it was because she missed her mum".
At 10, she saw her mother jump at tiny noises, cover her eyes and mutter " please no". On asking her she said " it was because she had a weak heart and hated sudden noises".
At 16, she saw her mother painting her face to cover those dark blue and black patches on her face. On asking her she said " it made her look young".
At 18, she saw her mother clutching at her hand tightly with eyes pooling with water as she waved her off for college. On asking her she said " it was because she'...
The Last Phone Call
It was 2 am on that cold winter morning
the telephone was hanging from its wire.
Similar to that thread sewing my heart.
and your words kept ringing in sync
with the beeps of our last phone call.
all i could think of what you said
Last summer of how people lose interest
But i was too blinded by your beauty to even bother thinking about quenching your soil with my love with nothing in return....
The Lost MOJO!!!!
The way my fingers fumble
Over the keyboard
To write you a text
Makes me wonder
If we've lost our mojo....
I heard the wooden floor creak beneath your feet and the sound of the door slammed shut. I could hear my heart slowing down and the blood pounding in my ears. I couldn't move. My feet remain planted on the floor with my gaze stuck at the closed door. I wanted to chase after you but i couldn't do it, i loved you enough to let you go. I knew you deserved more than just an abandoned building. I knew there would come a day when you'd figure out you deserved better too. The day you'd see me the way i see myself. The flickering light in that abandoned building kept my hopes alive. I should've known better. People who hold a grenade in one hand and the re...
The Finger Kisses
Something about the way you
Press a kiss against your finger
And touch the camera
Means so much more than just a kiss
And as i close my eyes
I can feel the weight of your fingertip
On my lips and in that moment
I know I'm home.....
We just weren't meant to be
We were like fire and water...
You had a fire burning in you're eyes
that kept you and all that you loved
warm through those winter nights...
And i was like that water
in the turbulent sea,
crashing and uncontrollable
destroying everything in it's path.
I wish you'd realize it sooner
and swim to the shore..
before i splash and extinguish
that fire burning in your core
and render you cold.....
Somehow even after years later
The burnt tongue
Still reminded me of you.....
She's 10 year old now and a spitfire just like you. She's like a tiny girly version of you but god forbid she heard that i called her a girl, she'll throw a fit. She says she's her dady's boy who'd protect me while trying hard to flex her non existent biceps. Oh how i wish you were here to see her grow up. She hates anything green on her plate. The way she always sleeps In a weird dancing position, just like you did. It's so hard for me to calm her down at times. She punched a guy in her class because he accidentally bumped into her and when i asked her why she did that she said ," daddy said boys are mean and if anybody ever tries to touch me " accidentally " to punch them in th...
I HATE IT
I hate that helplessness
That crawls on my skin
That heaviness that sets
In my gut
Those slowed down
The pounding of my blood
Flowing in my ears
The metallic taste on my tongue
From biting my tongue too hard
To keep the words at bay
Those gritted teeth and
Scared of letting all the angst
And hurt go
The one that is holding me together...
THE OLD WRIST WATCH
I was like that old wrist watch
Cracked and running out of battery
Ticking with memories
In sync with your heart
that left you indecisive
Whether to let go
Or to keep me tucked away
In your shirt pocket
Close to your heart....
So I'll keep scratching
Harder n harder
Till i peel all my skin off
And let my blood
Intoxicated by your smell
Flow down my arms
Leaving me just a mere
Pile of blood n flesh...
If i were to choose
I'd choose to be your moon
And howl with your demons
Than being your sun
To only be there when you bloom..
YOU N ME
like House and Wilson
like Sherlock and Watson
insufferable and inseparable
like fire and ice
like two poles of a magnet
that can neither stand
nor function without each other...
The Missing Syllable
It wasn't until you were gone
That i realized the importance of words
And every time you uttered those words
Flashed against my eyes
Of how you always said " love you too"
But the " I " was always missing
Of sad it was that you had to leave
For me to actually realize that....