Candles lighted,
Before us a creamy buttery slice.
In the sepia and dim,
Light was brightest in your eyes.
In all snow and white,
You brought flaring summer.
Two heart popsicles,
Melting into sweet pink mush.
Orchestra.
As if diving into the sea
While a fighter jet flew by with uncertainties.
As if the conductor raised his hand
And the orchestra of worries halted.
He seemed to be her sense of peace,
Calming to the point she could hear her heart racing —
Unsure if it’s from the anxious thoughts.
Or the sheer presence of him.
Gardens.
Amidst scents of flowers,
He was greenery.
Sunday afternoons
Love was the best scenery.
Anxious.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Footsteps hurrying.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Raindrops fighting.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Fingers stimming.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Her heart thudding.
Hey.
Hey you’re taking up space
How do I get you out of my head
‘Cos I’m not sure if you’ve paid for
Them prime real estate
Whir.
Counting each time
You made my heart race,
Like needles on the sewing machine,
Thumping in and out.
Fast and slow
Then turning the edges,
Whirring along the outline of us
Slightly hurting yet seals us complete.
Villain.
A touch of poison;
A kiss of death.
Your hugs were wreaths
Enclosed with regrets.
Anew.
You’ve forgotten how to love.
You’ve forgotten your own worth.
Suppressing your needs for another,
At her beck and call.
Money, time and pride
You gave it all.
The beauty of love,
Is that it is mutual.
I’d show you,
If you’d love anew.
Sleep.
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he’s just a freaking prick?
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he makes you so damn sick?
Pain.
Is it greater pain,
To have found true love and lost
Or to never have found before?
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