Kindness

You come to me
in the gentlest of ways

You rise me
from my sleep
as the soft morning light
peeks through the leaves

You whisper to me
the sweetest of words
as the wind tells me
more of secrets bare

You say goodbye
and I weep.

Mask

Tell me why
after all the hardship
you think I should give up

You

b
r
o
k
e

my heart

your face bi           polar

now I don’t know which mask to look at

 

In Her Right Mind

Maybe this isn’t right. I shouldn’t even be talking about this. Or maybe I should. shouldn’t.
I don’t know. But who knows anything anyway?

I have known you for quite some time now. I noticed all the quirks going on with your life and maybe you don’t know mine. Take the chance?

I take a deep breath and look at you from a distance. I see you smile, laugh, or even just stare into some other space I even can’t tell. I will watch you. And maybe when you happen to turn your head, I’ll quickly avert my eyes away from your direction and confuse you. (Or, if you’re conceited, delude you into the idea.) But as I pretend to be looking at some random direction, I’ll let the sun caress my face with its warmth and realize that all this must just be infatuation, again and again and again. I’ll stand up, walk away and rub my hands together – even realize that my rough hands aren’t even worth touching by someone like you – maybe I really should just give up. I feel sad.

I’m not worth any at all. Not even the slightest of your attention. I was just fooling myself. Sorry to have wasted your time.

As I continue walking away, ruminating on life and wishing that ‘sonder’ is a real word, veracity hits me. I should keep my self away from you. You are at greener pastures while I am in exile. You are the blue sky and I am a stone deep within the earth. You are there, while I am here. We are worlds apart. This is hopeless. We are never going to be together.

I arrive home, in the pure haven of silence and comfort. This is where I truly belong.

And yet – as I fall down into the pleasure of my sheets, I break down for veracity has hit me again, and its mark right across my face. The sun retires and I am still here. No, no, no, no. Make your heart stone cold, and you feel nothing. Whispering such morose things over and over again to yourself, numbing the pain of what cannot be. Stripping my mind from all the memories we have shared before, before all these ideas came rushing in my head. What have I done upon myself?

Silence covers my ears.

And the bell rings three.

You come to me, bare, and look me in the eye.

This is what is meant to be.

In the warmth of my tears and of your arms,

I am found.