Tuesday, July 25, 2023

25/7/2023

25/7/2023

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 he makes my heart race with joy

and eyes brim with tears

but to have someone

who makes you feel

feel so intensely like never before-

that must be love


looking at him sets my heart aflutter

but on my worse days

his gaze only puts me at ease

and to have someone

whose mere sight

reassures your panicked heart-

that must be love


when your heart stutters

each time you see his boyish grin

but also clenches

when his anguish overwhelms him

to feel both joy and sorrow

for another as you would yourself-

that must be love


to relish in the way

his hair and skin feel under your touch

and each brush of fingers

warm against cold;

calloused against soft;

leaving you aching for more-

that must be love





to wake to thoughts of him

and chase dreams of him

as you drift off into sleep

and do to him

all the things you wish you did

but never had the courage to-

that must be love


to lie alone in your bed

as night falls

and the clock ticks on

and to sit at your desk

as the birds twitter

and the ticking never stops

to dream of him all the same-

that must be love


to buy him his favourite drink

and to cherish every last drop

of the one he bought you

despite hating the way

it sits at the back of your throat-

that must be love


to lick off the last crumbs

of the chocolate he gave you

even though you dislike

the saccharine sweetness

and stickiness on your fingers

only because

he gave it to you-

that must be love


to simply gaze into his eyes

and find him looking back

into yours as if

you hung the stars

in his darkest skies

and look away

to avoid his piercing gaze-

that must be love


i have loved but once

but oh, i loved so dearly-

loved the way he smiled, he laughed, he grimaced, he wept.

and every time,

all i wished for

was to be there

to love him and him alone

for all that he is

bared to his deepest roots;

for the world, bar me,

to never catch but a glimpse of;

to have a love so tender and affectionate

full of hopes and dreams,

yet devastatingly intimate

all our griefs and sorrows

shared as one.


and to ache for this all

and much, much more

more than you could

ever possibly fathom-

what could it ever be

if not love?

Saturday, July 22, 2023

22/7/2023

 22/7/2023, Saturday

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I see a lonely path ahead
whose twigs and leaves and dirt I tread
the gentle winds that kiss my face
wrap me up in an airy embrace

the dense thickets of trees at first
now are faded and interspersed
the few old trees which now I see
have but a leaf in entirety

as I sit beneath the bough
of an old crooked weeping willow
its frail twigs gently rip apart
these seams of mine which were stretched taut

now I hear fresh droplets patter
both overhead and on my shoulder
after a moment of reprieve
I stand back up with a lack of ease

I trudge back through the sludge and mud
my cheeks from the stinging cold now flushed
I set foot upon the lonely path
whose twigs and leaves and mud I tread

Fin~

25/08/2024

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