Friday, November 14, 2014

Brevity #6: Patience

Sometimes you make me feel high.
Most times you make me feel low.

At times, things feel right.
Other times, things are so wrong.

Your caress fills me with joy.
Yet your abandon left me crushed.

I am struggling to love
your imperfections perfectly.

Wondering, along the way,
How long will my patience stretch.

"Nobody's perfect," said a friend.
True, but if I feel like some pieces don't fall into place, should I ignore it? Nobody will change, so I must learn to accept --or simply walk away. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Brevity #5: The Dark Sea

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

In this time of uncertainties, the storm that is in my heart and my mind, Neruda's words came like a lighthouse. Guiding me to a land, away from the doubts.

But the land which awaits, will it be a lush and beautiful one or a dry and barren one? How would I know? There is never a certainty.

"How can you predict the future?" my friend said. We cannot, I am aware of that. All I know, all I am certain of, is that I have fallen into the dark sea.

Swallow me.
Don't toss me.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Brevity #4: Breath

As we lay
in the dark.

I watched your chest
rose and fell
with every breath.

It felt like
watching a clock
ticking, by the second.


Every movement

a reminder
of your leaving.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Brevity #3: Of Falling

"I'm just afraid of falling too deep again."

"Just fall! I think sometimes you don't realize that you are good enough for good things to happen to you, so you always downplay the other person. But I do think you are better than you give yourself credit."

But I'm still
hanging on
a loose thread.

Too afraid
to let go.
Not wanting
to fall.

Yet I'm slowly
slipping down.
Because you are
a strong gravity.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Brevity #2: My Forever

We met by chance.
We fall by chance.

I stayed by choice.
You'll leave by choice.

Because forever
might not exist,
not in my book.

Because temporary
might just be
my kind of forever.

Brevity #1: Lament

The gushing wind
the flowing river.
The flying eagle, 
and all the wild things.

Why do I always fall 
for the ones 
who will never stay?