fire and rain

"my hands, they're strong,

but my knees were far too weak

to stand in your arms,

without falling to your feet." 

i keep my eyes open 

when your lips touch mine,

in disbelief that the universe 

has actually made this happen. 

and in that moment of truth,

i want for nothing, 

not even for the moment to last 

longer than it should. 

we are such a perfect symphony, you and i,

not a note need be added, nor removed.

we can neither be improved nor erased, 

we shall never be forgiven, nor forgotten. 

i know i'm not the only one

i want
to pick up
the broken pieces
of your soul
put them together,
make it beautiful again
and hand it to you,
so you can give it
to her.

sexy

i'm bruised and broken and scarred,
marks all over my body.
my knees tremble as i go up the stairs,
not yet healed from being pushed against the wall.
my elbows, scarlet from being held down on the floor.
i have scratches on my thighs and aches in my muscles,
from my neck down to my toes.
i'm beaten down, time and again,
forced to swallow my pride
and spit out the words that you want to hear.
my hair hurts from being pulled,
to bear witness to the tales of the darkness.
my eyes tear up, as i remember
your unforgiving mouth on my shoulder,
forcing me to listen to your shameful truth.
my mind is numb, unable to believe.
and my heart is dead,
bleeding on the carpet, stunned into silence
by the look in your eyes.

in the morning, all is calm and soft,
for the lesson has been learnt.

this pain and i,
we belong together. 

the colour blue

I'm not too fond of the colour blue.

it usually spells rejection. 

it creeps up on you 

when you least expect it,

and shouts in your ear

forcing you to acknowledge 

that no matter what shade or gradient,

blue means no. 

letter won

dear you,

it's been a long time since i saw you, i hope time has been kind to you. i walked across the bridge early this morning (to your side). it was calm and cold, letting me know you hadn't opened your eyes yet. i said a silent prayer to the sun, willing him not to rise, and to let your dreams remain undisturbed.

some things in life are too complicated to explain, and some dreams are too beautiful to come true. alas, how often i have seen the sun laugh in the face of my wishes. no wonder, i have resorted to looking at the moon, in the hope that it will reflect your happy face.

in any case, i was about to walk further, but it started to rain. a warning sign. to not take another step forward, to turn around and to forget and forgive. i turned around. crossed the bridge again to my side. i smiled, knowing you were thinking of me. and that was enough. yes, just like in the movie.

much love, me

until it rains again

It is at a time like this, 

when I am utterly alone

like the wet earth

after the rain has abandoned it,

that I love you the most. 

10 questions

what is better than sex?
talking.

what is better than talking?
long drives.

what is better than long drives?
a-ring-on-the-finger.

what is better than a ring on the finger?
experience.

what is better than experience?
lying.

what is better than lying?
poetry.

what is better than poetry?
rain.

what is better than rain?
silence.

what is better than silence?
truth.

what is better than truth?
sex.

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it's been ten years since i saw your face.
that kind look when you would see me go by,
the assuring smile,
saying everything that could not be said.
it's been many moons,
and many winters come and gone.
the snow always reassuringly
bringing news of you from beyond the sea.

i know you are happy,
the rain said so himself.
i knew you were thinking about us the other day,
the trees passed on the secret to me.
i could feel you looking at your fingers and reminiscing,
entwined and trusting, desperately holding on
for one more minute,
the seas brought to me the familiar warmth, wave after wave.
the sun comes up every morning,
to whisper your thoughts to me,
and begs me to keep it secret.

it's been ten years.

sadly, that's no reason why
time and i
should become friends again.