unspoken

there are the little gaps
here, there, words
left unspoken and
open to our own interpretation.
we fill it in with whatever
pleases our minds in that moment,
and maybe with something else some other time.
the truth bends a little to however we want it.
(right now, i’d like to think it’s a sign
of us knowing each other all too well)
harsh, blunt, real and solid sentences juxtaposed,
i think i like it better
like this

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and I still love you, too; pt. 2

pt. 1

back again under  
tangled telephone lines 
sweet dusks and wide skies  
 
but in the quiet moments between  
loud laughter and 
the last burst of daylight’s colours 
just before nightfall – 
I wish you were here 

warm lights warm nights

spring nights may be cold
but with lights in my eyes and your hand in mine
i’m anything but that

17, now. – you make me feel so

in the midst of it all
the loose leaf pages, flutter-by deadlines,
chatter of bilingual tongues,
and a sinking feeling so noiseless yet so persistent and
overwhelming loud –
i focus on you –
waves of clamour and chaos crash
to a slow, steady heartbeat, then:
silence.

a soft smile.

black magic

I once wished
on a bottle of cobalt stars
now filled to the brim with
my selfish desires

and oh! how my luck turned out
I still don’t believe it
even as I’m drinking in your gaze
tender and honey-sweet
even as I catch your smile
after my lips have left yours

I wonder if this’s all just black magic &
would I be burnt at the stake
for simply wanting you?

asymmetrical

light kisses
sneak softly into my thoughts
and I realise

it’s okay to be asymmetrical;
affection comes in different forms and
the wax and the wane is what keeps us going –
somehow you don’t give exactly what I do
but exactly what I need
(and I hope I do you, too)


As someone who was a little anal about things being equal during the give-and-take while growing up, I’m so relieved and proud to be at a point where I’m growing out of that phase, and can accept things not being equal on both sides. After all, it’s equilibrium over equivalence, and equity over equality. And hey, as long as we’re both happy, right?

x.

verge

rough airy notes
heavy with the weight of blunt sincerity
still rise easily to the back of my throat
they sit on my tongue and
threaten to spill over
bubbling and boiling vigorously
desperate to be heard

i swallow them down
and wait
for patience to wear thin
for honesty to layer thick
for self control to drip dry

until then
i’ll always be on the verge of telling you
i love you