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I dreamt I kissed you beneath a lilac cloud and it reminded me of everything I’d ever wanted I dreamt that the world tired of happiness just to make us tired of each other I dreamt that all the apologies I wanted from you were the ones I couldn’t bear to tell myself and maybe we were 70% water all along but I remember us being 100% combustible because I dreamt that time slipped an apology under my door when I was sleeping with your name inscribed on the cover and forgiveness burst from my tongue like memories that couldn’t stay buried any longer and you kissed my lips like it was yesterday yesterday when we danced in th

 there is nothing. i read today that an artist should never believe he is an artist because an artist communicates thinking that he doesn't belong and he would belong would you rather connect through the implicit or the explicit? are implicit connections always deeper than the explicit? so many things get lost in translation i am unsure if i can shape the confusion before the confusion shapes me what if holding on to the small things will never amount to the big things in life? do you start with all the puzzle pieces and lose them slowly, as you forget their meaning? it is strange to be tired of things you never had like running half a

tell me about the lessons you had to learn to become the man you are today; i yearn only for your touch and am only pretentious enough to write about love with you as the subject will you tell me to fight harder? i've never fought for anyone before; i tried to make it work once but the only person i was fighting was myself i couldn't even win myself over. how could i win you? you are across the ocean between my mind and reality and bound by the shore; i must drown in uncharted waters before aching for the familiar who listens to your demons at night? their fingers lightly trace my stomach; i can only watch and try to understand the ways they

the truth is, i always miss you. i see you in the crook of his smile, or the colour of her hair - hell, even the vending machine has me thinking about you. the truth is, you are not in everything i see. everything i see is in you. you are a state of mind, a perpetual conundrum; the tiniest ache of absence on a perfect day. but do not be mistaken. i am grateful every day for the life you gave me. life itself is so beautiful, i fall in love each time; even without you here. but god, oh god - how i wish. how i dream. how perfect life would be with your soul in step with mine.

I closed my eyes and saw you there, across a neverending pond. In it I saw my reflection aware and reaching to form a bond. I saw in my eyes intense yearning to be enveloped within your arms; in my heart I knew you had me in the centre of your palm. I opened my eyes and saw you there, across a pool of faces. Hastily, I turned away before you could catch my mistaken gaze. Talking, laughing, smiling, I buried my feelings deep inside; everything I’d ever felt the moment you were mine. I hoped by ignoring you that I could hide it all forever. I counted on time to ensure that all would be forgotten. In return I faced the deepest pain of we

Smooth boulders rolled in leather Bound a fragile stack of parchment. A thousand pages, love, to get past her introduction. Sealed her words in stone, Her whose fiery heart was frozen. - The story that can't be read, The book that wouldn't open.

 It's an old cycle down memory lane; A checkpoint for every turn Those that chase us forward; Propelling emotions that burn Like people. Big problems, small problems Problems never depart It's a challenge, they say, it's a bore To get through a minute or two more. They grow with time, And as they seem to reach an age beyond you, It's literally unthinkable; Because the tears don't come You're left staring, guilt ridden Waiting for something, someone when there are footprints all over you, but everyone has long gone. There's clouds, and there's sunlight. Stumbles on blue-mooned days, When heavy rain doesn't expect a dance,

If he cared he would have called, And not left you broken against a wall; If he cared he would have knocked, A hundred times before you unlocked; If he cared he would have heard, The invitation behind your words; Cold shoulders and steel, he'd have ignored And walked right up to your painted door. But - If you cared you would have seen, In his face the lines between; The tremble in his grand facade, When full stops became question marks; If you cared you would have known. He put everything that he had to show, On the table for you to inspect, Despite his distrustful intellect. If you cared you would have found, His effort to please took mu

these eyes of mine - have they seen before now? the sparkle of your eyes the curve of your fingers; settling like butterflies on my century-old thoughts. these ears that claim to have heard the sweetest music from greats like Mozart and Beethoven gave your piano a listen - your brazen, enchanting melody slithered under the roots of belief and unearthed the most stoic of trees. it was the beginning of a fantasy, a new stage in the heavens, and I floated on your music; it called out, and carried me  closest, to the space behind the piano seat. yet these tender fingers - tender like new skin under recent wounds - slowly grasped the idea of

Beep! Beep! The wristwatches ring, The cars move out and start to sing; They puff in rhythm on rush-hour roads, Oh, how they’d like to get back home! Ties are loosened, files chucked away, Important work left for another day; For now - there’s just fun and jazz, Slow down, rest; begin to relax. Unbeknownst to us, the unbidden creeps, Behind the telly and under our sheets; For a great danger lies in every pile; With strength that grows with every file. On a beautiful day, all bright and clear, You take a walk to abandon that nagging fear; But as you leave, it leaves with you, It eats you up and wears you through. Back home you