dear mr president,

i permit myself the indiscretion that is this letter to warn you of a perpetual misstep in communication that may come your way in the near future. as your former communications manager, i find it is my duty to inform you that no message is less subtle than a hint thrown at a knowing enemy. in such times, silence is the only reply. silence is the best reply. for your words will easily be misconstrued, but your silence can lend itself to mean anything you desire.

i implore you to keep silent about your state of affaires. it is no longer in my power to solve issues that may be troubling you, but i'm afraid that you may speak too soon, and be forced to accept the sorry circumstances that may follow.

if it was in my power to be your confidante and your enemy at the same time, i would accept this mission without hesitation. but sadly, we both have to consider the fact that no enemy is bigger than the one that sleeps in your bed. and no confidante is less trustworthy than the one you have revealed your secrets to.

yours respectfully,

an old confidante.

you can look,

but you cannot find

someone

to replace

this wicked mind of mine.

you can look,

but you cannot find

someone

to fuck

or beat and bind.

you can look,

but you cannot find

someone

who pretends to hate you

but is just simply kind.

you can look,

and what you will find

is the same old story

but a different pick-up line.

the storm has blown.

i am over you.

and yes,

i am over him too.

1.

yesterday

i dreamt

that i had gone blind.

i was a blind person

trying to pull a string of thread

through the smallest needle's eye.

and then i woke up.

now i can see again;

but i've got blood on my hands.

yesterday

yesterday

i called you.

the telephone operator

kindly reminded me

how lonely i am.

they haven't cleared me for surgery neither.

it is true

it is a fair true thing

that our silence

said more

than our words ever tried to.

it is a fair true thing

that are words

said less

than our silence now aims to convey.

it is a fair sad thing

that my words

and your silence

run into each other so often.

and what if...

and what if i don't

stay this way

forever?

are you swimming against the current to reach my hand? while i'm helplessly being washed away by the flood? let us escape first. we can blame our weaknesses on the selfish gushing river later.

i will meticulously

take notes

of everything i want to say

to you

in my mind, i shall make notes.

but curse me not

if when i see you again,

i lose my mind.

for peyton and brooke

and when we collide again

for i know we will

because, with us,

lightning does strike twice,

let us remember

that

you didn't see me run away

because you had already turned around.

and when we collide again

for i know we will,

i hope we shall remember

the words we have prepared

to say to each other.

and when we collide again

for i know we will,

i hope our hatred

remains unchanged,

for our love certainly has.

and when that day comes

and it's the right time,

how would you do it?

i am a misfit

it's when you finish the puzzle with all the tiny, little pieces fitted together, you will realise that i am that one piece that doesn't really fit anywhere.

making love to the god of war

cheat codes will get you past the door

and passwords will open up hidden objects.

fierce combat will let you kill your enemies

and secret weapons help you conquer the world.

and when it's all over,

all that remains

is a burning hot wish

to do it all over again.

the laws of the land

when someone asks me

about the day that changed my entire life,

now i will know how to reply.