Love at first sight
Resist, I might.
Heart’s taking flight
Fear, I must fight.
December.
They say,
Home is where the heart is
I never felt like I truly belong.
I’m looking for an eternal home.
Home that feels warm on Christmas
Hugs, kisses and gentle voices.
Cheesecakes and whipping cream,
Creme brûlée’s a great choice too
One that allows my own pace and life,
Loves me on the darkest night.
Loneliness is being around people
Yet feel you never truly belong.
I haven’t found where my home is
Is it a purpose?
Tell me?
Is it a state of mind?
I’ll find it!
Is it a person?
If it’s you, come get me.
Bug.
We kiss,
We hug,
We caught the love bug;
We spy,
We lie,
We now bid goodbye.
Guy.
“You’re not my type.”
But the eyes don’t lie.
And love, we might.
Let’s ride the high,
Gotta be your kryptonite.
No, don’t let my heart die.
Mime.
Life without a dime,
Deemed society’s crime.
You’ll be a mere mime,
In a race against time.
Waver.
All you wanted was never ever;
I could be that never never ever.
–
She wanted that happily ever;
But I could be the one that wavers never.
–
We thought of forever never,
Damn we knew it wasn’t forever ever.
–
Come and be my ever lover,
I promise I’ll never ever.
Understand.
When I buy,
I don’t quite want it.
When I comply,
I don’t quite agree with it.
When I try,
I don’t quite fit in.
When I cry,
I don’t quite feel it.
When I lie,
I don’t want you to believe it.
When I bid goodbye,
I don’t want you to take it.
Haze.
A nostalgic scent
Of unwanted feelings and crying eyes;
Of unfulfilled dreams and hunger to succeed;
Of unfated soulmates and lingering touches;
Of unwritten poems and stashed thoughts.
The smell of haze
And a hazy future are synonyms.
A reminder of we’ve come far,
But not quite far enough.
Get-away.
Run away
From the world you loved,
They never understood your ways.
Fade away
From those dreams you had,
They won’t take off anyway.
Done and Dusted.
And at times, I miss you.
I miss how we stumble out of clubs,
Young, intoxicated, and didn’t give a fuck.
I miss the way you say goodbye.
I saw from your eyes,
I know sometimes you lie.
You’ve always fancied me,
You’ve always thought about kissing me.
I feigned ignorance,
I wanted to see your persistence.
You said to me you’re always honest,
But no —
Just this one,
You never would want bluntness.
Sometimes you held my hand,
And I know you wanted to hug.
I could hear you resisting your heart,
I wished you went with your gut.
There were many things strangely accurate.
You were right about me,
But never believed in us.
The number of times —
I bit my lips wishing
Instead it was yours.
The number of times —
You held me up,
Instead of holding me close.
Each time we denied our hearts
From every chance of never being apart.
And still sometimes, I miss you so so much.
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