For the sake of me,
I wish you could have been more into this.
For the sake of me,
I want more than you seem to want to give.
I hardly gave it a thought,
But I always knew you were in doubt.
But was it for the resting eyes of mine,
That you silently wage your storms by?
Or was it your paranoia,
Which builds the walls,
For which centuries fall?
The eyes which once looked at you with wonder much,
The eyes which still look into the mirror with pity such.
The loathe has settled in.
The hatred for both: you and me.
The hatred to all my love songs,
The hatred for sobriety- the moment I used to long for.
So inammendable and fruitless,
Could still bear fruit.
Or so I thought as I wrote my words,
Over to the unsent letters to you,
Now to the fireplace of burried ashes of my heart,
Yearning for your love.
The feel of your irrevocable lores,
of the future which we someday could behold,
All a folklore of dreams now forlorn.-
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I want to work silently with you,
To hear you hum and mumble when you focus on a problem.
To watch your gleam in the pupils,
When you get it right.
Or the sigh- when you are absolutely done with it.
I want to yell at you for leaving your clothes out of place,
For misplacing your own spects.
To annoy you by constantly nagging
you to do a task, you said you would finish later,
Because let's be honest- you will not remember to.
To divide our chores and argue over cleaning the bathroom.
To kiss in the middle of the night,
And hold your hands through the sobriety of existence-
To plan vacations we could only dream to go.
To lean my head on you after a hectic day.
I want to steal your cargo pants-
They are as warm and cozy as you are.
Feel you absentmindedly skim your arm around my waist,
Tug me closer when the good part of the film comes up.
Cuddle- even when your friends are around.
Let them wonder.
I want all the little nothings of life with you,
And maybe a kitten to add to the list.
For even the nothings seem like soft hums of serenity with you,
For even the silence brings the warmth of poetry,
When with you.-
Tangled are the strings of destiny,
Tugging and turning to bring us closer,
Despite the incredulity.
Why determine the pair of forever,
With counting dotted stars?
Why care for rhymes?
When most of them are lies?
Howls of grue mockery,
Clear and distinct.
A coin tossed for our destiny-
Heads: you are mine,
Tails: I am yours.
Let's tune with the anarchic strings,
Euphony of a cacaphony- so beautiful.-
I might even walk like one alcoholic when with you-
Oh so carelessly,
I shall trip on a stone, or
Incline towards a ditch,
While giggling uncontrollably while looking at the sheer panic on your face.
I might as well embarrassingly replicate the wildlife with the voice of mine,
Or seem like a child in the body of an adult.
Just a squeeze of my hand by yours-
In the bluest of hues in a day,
The blue of the rivulets might as well cascade down,
Please walk me through it.
Such vulnerability, such a welcomed fragility-
Such trust that even silliest of smiles grace my petulant hours.-
I found poems in various starry twinkles,
Once which I wrote and filled pages for.
Maybe I wished to form poetries of soul together.
However, you are as pretty as a poem I wish I wrote.
But I could call me over ambitious,
However you could be my midnight muse,
My 3:00 a.m. "Good night" text,
A whisper which I feel in my bones,
Piercing through the flesh and veins,
Beyond human comprehension.-
The breeze, the darkness,
My fingers holding your index finger.
The dim downtown lights,
Drawing excuses to lean a little more on you.
The ghosts of your past,
Hunt me down-
Honey, I am scared.
The darkness of the alley,
My lip balm on your lips.
The breeze toussling the mess of your hair,
My fingers combing through it.
What omnipotence was I blessed with,
To get to treasure such with you?-
We dance through regular avalanches,
A tangled mess- miserably bound.
The vultures glare for the rat,
When we could be foxes- run, run and run for secrecy.
However what was born from a single glimpse,
Now ignite and ablaze.
Rules and promises broken,
Just for our fingers to tangle,
And for our fists to grip one another.
We never had to tell each other the lengths,
We knew with the silence as we fled.-
Rumours fly-
Through the rim of the sky.
The stars haunt-
My good name, now a regular taunt.
Bleary eyes of an anticipated dutiful daughter,
With concerned frowns and fading laughter.
Do I really need to break the syllables down-
Of the words of our poems?
Or the constellations I see with the mere smell of him?
The childlike giddy I feel to have his head on my shoulder?
How am I to convince them I know him,
Like the pollens know the wind?
Like the sea knows the shore?
Like the river knows the embankments?
Like the stars know the formation of the planets?
Is it born to be doomed?
Or can we hold hands through it?
The howling of true love,
The moaning of masquerade judges.
Darling, I'm scared.
The weight of my name bears me down,
He holds my chin up and wipes the tears away.
Do I really have to jot down how
the clowns fade to dirt when I look at him?
Or all that was ever asked from me by him,
was as much as a soul to guide him through his worst trials and then towards the isles?
Mumbled vows shared in the dark,
Sparkling eyes with flicker of hope in my darkest nights.
How are they to know anything of us?-
Neither do I belive in manifestation,
Nor do I have faith in praying-
Begging on my knees.
But maybe the stars saw right through-
As the days seem sunnier,
For he adds me to the lyrics of his favorite songs,
Has become my best cheerleader.
For he knows better than to belive what they call me lately.
Because I am crazy,
And he is protective.
As he is never short of affirmations,
adoration and a lifetime of admiration.
'Cause he is perturbed with my silence-
If I behave a little blue-er than I am.
Never do I feel invisible when around him.
Despite my heresy,
I thank God for 'Him'.-
If only there was peace around us,
Or a little more approval,
Maybe we could have been clearer.
Nothing could be as beautiful,
as the "I love you"s which were never spoken,
but always heard.
We lost track of time,
A lot of risk for someone like us to bear.
However, it to was all worth it.
We tread on thin lines,
And then sigh when we find the coast to be clear.
We want us to be peacefully tangled,
Would we be able to achieve that?-