Your scent,
The air I breathe.
My favorite temperature,
The heat you emit.
Fondness
Missing you when we’re apart.
But — we’re always apart
Since close is never close enough.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Your scent,
The air I breathe.
My favorite temperature,
The heat you emit.
Fondness
Missing you when we’re apart.
But — we’re always apart
Since close is never close enough.
Love is,
Being with a simple person
With an extraordinary soul,
Who makes simple things
Feel like extraordinary experiences.
Memories are cages
Trapping our souls,
Holding on to our ages
And the people old and bold.
Those that survive,
We’ll be laughing ’til there are tears;
Those that didn’t,
They’ll be part of a past so queer.
I know you are the one,
‘Cause whatever questions my heart asked,
Yours answered.
There was no fear,
There was no abuse.
I know when you are near,
I know that, finally, you are one that is true.
Color me yellow,
If you see the bellows turn mellow.
Color me red,
If you see anger and is not afraid.
Color me blue,
If you see a solemn soul that is true.
Color me beautiful,
If you can take all yellow, red and blue.
Be not like a flower —
It expires when it withers.
Perhaps be like creepers —
Undying and unrelentless.
Or maybe be like water —
Adaptable and renews in cycles.
Hold me tight and don’t let go,
But they say, “Easy come and easy go.”
He may write a heartfelt card,
He may vow, “Till death do us part.”
But it’s not about who stays or who parts,
It’s about who stays till the last of my heart.
I love learning. I love to gain wisdom. I love to grow wiser. It’s not about book smarts or general intelligence. It’s the wisdom of attaining happiness. Happiness and success. I can’t stand being stagnant. I need to keep moving. Keep going. Rest and keep going. Life has so much to offer, and choosing to just feel contentment forever is a pity.
I can’t imagine settling for a partner that will never crave or seek improvement in life. No matter how slow I go, I never want to stop. I don’t want someone who stops midway and wants to sit down forever on the side of the path because he’s walked enough. I would love someone that’s able to walk on a similar pace, someone that takes care of himself well to walk the journey, someone that’s able to run together, slow down together, enjoy the flowers together and talk endlessly about the sun and the stars together. Someone that during the nights even when we don’t see where we’re going, or when the road is seemingly endless, he holds my hand and shares my optimism, and shows his courage to walk uncommon roads. Someone that seeks out new passions, attempts to understand the shades, highlights and colors of life. Someone that seeks depth in understanding me.
And a partner that aboveall, chooses to love me every single day. That’s the one I wanna be with. Because marriage isn’t the end goal, marriage is a mere promise. Spending a lifetime together and experiencing all that life has to offer, that’s what I want. It’s not a goal. It’s a process, and I want to be able to choose this person everyday. That’s beauty, that’s happiness, and that’s the ultimate wisdom I seek.
P.S. Pardon typos and grammars. It has yet to be vetted.
I spent my day
Thinking about the arc.
Teeth that look like
Mini marshmallows
On a curved skewer —
Toasted warm and tasted sweet.
Or perhaps Russian chubby ladies
On a traditional sampan —
Coasting into the unknowns
Of your oral cave.
Intriguing,
Was the name of your smile.
End of a
Night of wonder;
Left me a
Day to ponder.
Should we stay —
Just like the others?
Or should we stray —
To live like no other?