To Cherry

for you changed when fall came
a different seed that the old couple had planted
‘you reap what you sow’
but they have done no wrong
and now this rose has made her thorns sharp
we come from the same stem,
but we parted

to this change I have not expected
as if a foreign flower has bloomed beside me
and I have my faults
of pushing her away
seeing the differences between us

and now my actions have taken its toll

she hisses my name like its poison
as if we don’t come from the same stem
but it seems the farmers would like to harvest her first
for her beauty and wit
‘I might as well wilt’ I say

you have won this lifetime
for you lived and I died, and keep dying each day

Arrogance

You say you are humble
just like a little thimble
on a poor woman’s thumb
sewing all the way ’til she’s numb

but she’s sewn for so many years
and to any needle she shows no fear
may she need not any thimble at all
who are you to say, that you’re the savior of all?

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.