Starlight Dreams

He was a little boy dreaming of the stars,

She was a girl who believed in dreams.

 

The night they met, they spoke until the morning

Reciprocating ideas, each other’s brains devouring

It was difficult to find

A man like him.

But she was enslaved

To a boy

Who silenced her mind.

 

During their next encounter,

They had both escaped their ghosts.

Their walls began to shatter,

He held her tiny body close.

Raindrops danced around them

As their universe collided with a kiss.

Never had she met a man like this.

 

Stars decorated the midnight sky

As they bid each other goodbye.

They appeared much closer now than before…

The little boy’s dream was a dream no more.

 

 

 

Healing

She told me I didn’t need makeup;

Little did she know

All he ever used to tell me was

How I would never put enough on,

That I could not be feminine

Without a layer of suffocation.

And just for that moment,

I embraced my flawed skin,

Rough, but real.

She made me feel

Like I was worth loving again.

 

Why I Write

They ask me where I find

Such painful rhymes.

 

I tell them they are born

On the nights when

I am walking home

My soul barren

And I see a car

That looks like yours

And my heart

Bursts out of my core.

I rush to my door,

Terrified but thrilled;

This is the paranoia

You helped build.

It is on those nights

When I sense you

In the shower

Your embrace on my body

And I tremor

Trying to erase the memory.

It is when the first image I see

When I wake up alone on Sunday morning

Is the picture you got me

of the beach, and behind it a forewarning

of what was to come.

It was a quote

That you wrote:

About how we only live once

But if we do this right,

once would suffice.

But what is the point of living

With that idea in my mind

When all my surroundings

Are remnants you left behind?

 

They ask me why I write,

It’s hard for me to explain.

Words are weapons,

They help me fight:

True strength only comes from pain.

 

 

 

Why I hate taking the Bus

Someone on the bus today

Smelled like you.

That fragrance

Initiated

A state

Of cognitive dissonance.

I was at once

Turned on

And nauseated.

The sensation

I used to associate

With exultation

Now created

Exasperation.

Smell is the most ancient

Human faculty.

How I wish

I could eradicate

Your scent

From my memory.