Moan of velocity
Rise from a bump on the road
Jerk from a halt
Slight flinch from the honks
The sun shined with some ferocity
But she did not flinch
Everyone else looked away
Hey eyes adjusted & there was a glow
Such could be applied to her life
She never did back down
Even if it meant that she would go blind
To dispose of the taunting thoughts
They whisper words that run blades vertically across my wrists
to fill with crimson
to invoke the desire of absence
To pluck the thorns off
the smooth, pitiful stalk of a black rose
Breathing punctuated with gasps
a hiccuped cry
Clutching the thin blue material
close to her heart
The creases formed around her fist
Skin stained with crimson
Cheeks with vertical glint
A knot formed in her mind & heart
Neither was made tangible by those who tried
Nor were they to her
There are many questions I would like to ask.
But I never seem to get the opportunity to do so.
Even when I do, I hesitate.
For these questions are not simple.
They are complicated,
each containing a layer that holds another deeper question.
These deeper questions require much sensitivity,
as if it were in a locked box, I tip-toe around around and attempt to pry.
In hope that with prompting,
I will not have to ask these questions, but that you will pour your secrets out to me.
Like how the water falls only to mix with the safe depths of the sea.
A heavy heart lies
Within my chest.
Tears, I’d love to cry
But somehow, all I am is pressed.
So the emotions I have
Like vinegar dissolved in water
Cannot seem to be distilled
Back to purity
I await the day our paths converge.
On the brim of perception—
like the sound you heard but
didn’t quite register,
the strangers’ faces whom
you didn’t quite notice —this is where
dark, clear of clouds
kissed her skin with its cold lips
It held no warmth
A crescent that lacked clarity
The earth was stone cold
And that is how,
nature gives its cold shoulder.
Those who can embrace you
Only do so
For a finite amount of time.
She yearns for what she cannot have
What she must not* have
For neither does she have the time
Nor does he,
& so they sat close
but atoms apart ;
Tiresome, it was indeed .
Inhaling & exhaling
with growing tremble
She sat by the window
all night & half morning
like her body
You are egocentric
Suffice to say such complex adjectives.
For you are beyond all I have mentioned.
Selfish, that is the word that you fully embody.