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.

Impudence.

Face,

I wouldn’t forget

Tenderness,

I’ll give to beget.

Battle of the wits,

We’re two wholly misfits

Others could jeer,

But I’ll stay with you here.

Will.

All is still,

When I’m with you.

All I feel,

Are the layers you peel.

All will heal,

You’ll be the only best view.

Perhaps we will,

Down the aisle with your unveil.

Baked.

200g of comfort;

3 tablespoons of coincidences;

500ml of laughter;

Whisk until smooth.

Line union tray with empathy,

Pour in happiness mixture.

Pre-heat oven with self awareness,

Bake at 190 degrees celcius.

Observe when sincerity rises,

And romance turns golden brown,

Remove with understanding mittens.

Leave to cool with personal space.

Add a dash of luck

And sprinkles of shimmery joy.

Slice for 2,

Serve warm.

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.

The Other Side.

Clank.

Another one of those hearts got broken.

Aching through the flanks,

Alone and solemn.

Me and you against the world,

Seems like it was just an old folk tale,

When there are ones against your fleur,

Hands in the pocket no matter bail or jail.

Coffee and Bread.

Silently side by side,

We laid.

It was unspoken chemistry

In bed.

I wanted hugs,

You stayed.

Just long enough to get to

My head.

You drove to get us coffee

And bread.

It was me

You played.

You have nothing,

You said.

All that I wanted was you

Instead.

Your smile and kisses on my

Forehead.

You left then — your eyes

Were dead.

Each night I prayed, I plead and

I wept.

I wished we had been normal and went on

A date.

You never came back and I call that

Heart break.

Now all I remember is your charm that

I hate.

Try.

Sometimes I feel like I forgot

How to cry.

Sometimes all we need is

Someone to pry.

Sometimes I want to rant till

My mouth runs dry.

Sometimes all we need is

That someone to try.

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