he thinks that i tell him to listen to certain songs
because they are melodious
he doesn’t know that all of the songs remind me of him;
and i listen to those songs when i am at my loneliest
he thinks that it’s my first time hearing and laughing
to the stories he tells me
he doesn’t know that i’ve heard them many times before
and i wouldn’t mind listening to them for a thousand more
he thinks that i would have probably gotten
accustomed to his presence
he doesn’t know that when i see him i still get butterflies;
his very existence is my favourite present
i listened to this track while writing this poem:
we tend to take too many things for granted
granted that they will still be there when we wake up
up, up and away
away from this cycle
cycle of never-ending nothingness and trivial matters
matters so much yet we just let the dust settle
settle for something more
more than what we already have
have you forgotten to remember
remember me when you least want to
to love when it gets hard too
too many times we overlook the good
goodbyes are no doubt the hardest to say
say that you’ll be with me every day.
tinted windows with warm light seeping through the jagged cracks below each window pane. soft evening glow is reflected by the hues of the setting sun. the flash goes off, capturing the simplicity of the moment. you are typing furiously away at your laptop. pausing for a bit, you glance up and we lock eyes. smiling warmly, with your eyes getting all crescent shaped and crinkly, you questioned me,
“did you just snap a photo of me?”
“am i not allowed to?”
you grin, flashing the briefest of teeth. you stand up and stride towards me, crossing the room in three steps. i am immediately enveloped in a warm hug. chuckling, my voice is muffled by your chest as i asked,
“don’t you have work to complete?”
“yeah, but i miss you”
that was the moment i knew.
that you could become homesick for a person too.
if a home is where people belong, then right in your arms is where i am home.
the build up of something great, you are the chaos in my head. small changes result in large differences. am i relying too much on you, is this the meaning of dependence? how do i live without you? but the real question is; do i want to?
it was only one month ago
that we were on our tippy toes
comfortable silence and careless kisses
thinking of you during this rainy weather
missing the warmth from your arms
snaked around my waist
we’ve got no time to waste
as every second with you is precious
when did i get so used to this consistency
i’ve never experienced so much emotional stability
as the rain is pouring down
i feel like i am drifting off to sleep
wishing you were here with me
but for now, i’ll miss you until the next time we meet
people hate rain because all they think about is the destruction it brings, the activities it prevents, the fun it obstructs. but they often forget that water is essential for a plant to grow. when droplets fall from the sky, people look up and ask “why?”. if only we took that time to reach our hands out to appreciate the rain in our everyday life; and this is why i reach my hand out to take yours, because you are like rain to me. i can’t help but experience a strange calmness when i’m with you and i don’t know why you are always so misunderstood, i wish the world knew, what exactly i see in you.
telltale signs of rain; the toads have started croaking, the laundry is being brought in, the earthy smell of soil and wet grass, (just like rain, i am falling fast)
starting out as a light drizzle, we intertwined our bodies together, as the rain slowly fell, against the window we heard pitter patter, the rhythms of our hearts joined as one, the slow rise and fall of your chest as i watched you sleep, the rain grew to a downpour, i brushed your hair from your eyes and let out a little sigh, how did i get so lucky?
they say that life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass but learning to dance in the rain. i hope you’re not a storm cloud passing through. i would give up all of my sunny days to be with you. (forever)
shutter speed going
faster than the speed of light
just like how i fell
for you i squinted
my eyes in response to the
bright light which emits
from your smile it is
visible that you truly
are happy with me
i am not a photographer but i want to capture every moment with you
we are too alike and they say that you have to be opposites in order to attract but somehow we always connect and i wonder how long are we going to last are you going to end up like one of the men from my past i hope not i hope you’re different i hope my love for you will be sufficient and despite the fact that i constantly feel like i’m not good enough but with you i can get through the times that are rough; this courage that i finally mustered, didn’t want to wear my heart on my sleeve that’s why i’m so reserved; though you are the storm and i am the calm, it feels like you know me like the back of my palm, and people say that hurricanes only create destruction and i think it would be unbearable if one day you looked at me with repulsion; i always tell you to live in the present not the past, i guess i am taking my own advice at last and i know i am not the easiest to please, but right now your eyes seem so hard to resist and i just don’t want our efforts to turn to dust, therefore in you i place my trust so i’m just going to take a leap of faith, that you will hold me even on my lowest days.
grasping on to something
how do i let go
if loving more is the remedy
then i would tell you that i love you so
hurt one too many times
so many people that i avoid
if only time could rewind
my feelings might not have been toyed
been weighing my heart down
and feeling bittersweet
since you haven’t been around
i have been feeling tired and beat
tired of always losing things
maybe one day i’ll lose myself too
warning bells will ring
but unfortunately i am a fool for you
Monday. the sky is overcast and as i looked up, i remember how you always forget to bring an umbrella out. i still think about you when it rains.
Tuesday. as my bus drove past the places we visited, i took a trip down memory lane. oh we were so happy, i hope you still are.
Wednesday. i have almost forgotten how your voice sounds like.
Thursday. they say that people always learn from their mistakes, but i learnt nothing from you.
Friday. i used to buy an extra portion of everything whenever i went to the supermarket. now my purchases are no longer in pairs.
Saturday. there are so many people around me. but none of them is you.
Sunday. lately i’ve been feeling so weak, so set me free.