Shattered

I need to say good-bye for good
your lies, your smiles – misunderstood
the hope I once saw just in you
now broken dreams, my heart askew

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Hurt

No one saddens me as much as you
by ignorance, indifference or spreading love on fools
why you are doing this, I do not know
is your self-esteem these days so low
do you need false love to build you up
or is your kindness lost on me, my jealous heart
my scars too deep to understand your pain
to see your nods the beast keep tame

Mis(s)/match/ed

I am indifferent towards you now
or so I tell myself, to soothe my heart and let it heal
so much emptiness instead
no tears, no pain, no feelings left
another lie
my mind preoccupied with you as soon as you are back
remember who I am or who you were
what difference does it make
both lonely now, our souls detached
too independent maybe, stubborn, scarred
longing for another chance
a fresh new start
with someone who might understand
our eagerness to be just who we are and nothing else
not someone’s object, fantasy or dream
just ourselves
complex, elusive, enjoying company

Morning Treats

Across from me on the train sat a large man of Greek descent or so at least my guess, his middle-age bordering the old, his eyes warm and friendly. His arm full of roses, their colour pink and so intense they rivaled the beauty of a sunrise half-hidden in a cloud-cluttered sky. Next to him a woman, her skin mocha smooth, her red-rimed glasses giving her an air of quirky elegance. And as we exchanged a smile over flowers displayed to us in such magnificence, her eyes lit up infecting mine. It was a smile I carried with me on my way to work as I poked along, past worker bees and office ants and parents in a rush tugging at their children’s nerves, always ready to be the first ones at their daily crosswalk, bakery or coffee shop. I shrugged them off, their rage mild today, unfeasible somehow with the sun still lurking behind some sleepy clouds. So when I reached my morning hangout, my mood was balanced, frolic even – minus the fatigue I cannot shake without my first hot chocolate of the day. So I placed my order and my favorite waiter met my smile, then brightened it by knowing exactly what I wanted. “Almond milk, an espresso and a croissant,” he beamed, “Early morning order. Busy day.” I nodded. “And with a start like today, I don’t mind one bit.”

Lit

I’ve always been the intellectual type
with a slight touch of squee
but all I see these days are swaying hips
and my heart skips a beat
not for some strange allure or sass
but for the memory of you
and the future that I longed to have
when my mind met yours
and with one look you lit my soul

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Hope is a glass half full wishing for a refill while being trapped in an entity that’s easily broken, its shattered remnants piercing your heart with fragments of dreams long crushed, scarring your soul if you don’t find the essence of your one true love.

Bourbon Blues

I won’t crouch down now craving your scent
It won’t make me miss you without my consent
I won’t crave your smile, curves, kiss nor your skin
I won’t let my mind drift off into sin
I’ve been on my knees indulging before
Lay weeping over you on the cold floor
But this time I’m stronger than gold in a glass
My heartaches is over, I give it a pass