Guitar Strings

You played me like a guitar string

your nimble fingers sliding down my spine.

Listening to the sweet sounds escaping

from my open mouth; our souls aligned.

But soon enough, you tired of the music

and longed to experiment.

So you put me down, threw out the pick

to try another instrument.

I heaved a sigh as I watched you leave

my heart still vibrating against my sleeve

hoping, in vain, that you’ll come back and play

but the melody faded as you walked away.guitar.png

Picture by Andrew Lamboff

 

 

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Ghost

I was listening

to an old tune

that held new meaning.

When I found my muse

in a little blue

dot on my phone.

Memories

flooded into view.

how long has it been,

A year, maybe a few?

Last I heard,

You were still addicted to escape

Drowning your sorrow

in liquid courage and opiates.

Now, there’s a little icon

Suspended in the hollow,

with your face, as yet unforgotten

(a picture I myself had taken).

With an inaudible scream,

my heart nearly jumping

I read over your terrible spelling.

You said I appeared in your dream

That you still recall the feeling

we used to have before.

I decided I needed

to hear your voice once more,

for old times’ sake.

It was a mistake.

 

You told me you practice archery

(But how come you still miss me?)

You finally got a ferret

and you had no regrets.

We had not yet attained maturity

back then, you just wanted to party.

You still cuddle with Nemo

(how I miss that little furball!)

But your voice turned low

and I wanted to halt the call

at the mention

of your new woman.

What did I expect, that you would remain

Mine, forever wallowing in pain?

But then you explained that, despite your desire

Her spark has never matched our fire.

I whispered “because we were real”

But could not tell you how I feel.

I cannot pull you back on my string

Besides, she treats you like a king.

You asked if you could still call me a friend

for that, we would need to meet again.

For now, you must remain an apparition

Your face condemned to my imagination.

 

(I still love you, that I know.

how come I can’t say it though?)

You finally hung up the phone

I was back to being all alone.

 

You’ll always be the one

I loved, still love, the most

But Cupid had a loaded gun

now, you’re just a ghost.

Daydreams

Daydreaming about your lips

Devouring mine

Hands pressed on my hips

Your scent, divine…

My body jolts,

I am awake

The thunderbolts

Of yesterday still striking me.

I want to replace every memory

Of past heartbreak

With your kiss, your smile

And how you make

The pain fade for a while.

No longer confined

To the chains that shackled me before.

You’ve freed my mind;

I don’t daydream about him anymore.

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High

Every time you leave

I come down.

You hit me

like a line 

of cocaine

straight

to the brain.

Chocolate-stained

lips tracing circles

around my tongue;

but the taste turns bitter

when you’re gone.

 

I can’t stop thinking about

whether you’re thinking about me

driving away in the rain,

you have known such pain.

You tell me love is a lie

why can’t we just get high?

 

Soft fingers crawling across

My fiending body

Breaths intermixing

in the warmth of my bedsheets

I close my eyes

To salvage the feeling,

safekeeping

the memory

for tomorrow.

Because I know

when you set your

foot out the door

I’ll crave you even more.

You’ll say goodbye,

your hazel eyes

reflecting the sunlight

And I’ll heave a sigh

knowing that by tonight

your effect will disappear

and I will be left here

back in reality

with nothing 

but the daydreams

of you telling me

True love is a lie;

So, come on by

Let’s just get high.

 

 

 

 

Insecurity

There is something about humans

Who are so unapologetically themselves.

So at home in their own skin

Unperturbed by others’ opinions.

They speak with effortless eloquence;

Their demeanor radiates confidence.

When I meet such rare specimens

I fall, almost immediately.

Sometimes, they notice me.

But my words escape as a whisper

Of myself, I am only a sliver.

They usually notice

Before I try to insist:

I was not always like this.

And as assuredly as they appeared,

They depart;

And I am left with more fragments

Of myself to pick apart.

 

 

 

 

Undisclosed Emotions

“Hey D, it’s been a while! How are things?

-Well, work has been exhausting. Sometimes, I really wonder if it’s even worth it.

-What do you mean?

-Well you know, you work your ass off, spend that money on materialistic possessions that you assume will make you happy. Then you realise it’s a trivial pursuit.

-I’m not really catching your drift.

-I’m talking about the emptiness, M! Do you ever wonder if there’s more to life than paying bills and buying designer shoes?

-Well, I think life must be filled with positive, exciting experiences that will provide permanent bliss instead of temporary satisfaction.

-But what if it’s all you’ve ever wanted? What if it’s the one thing you actually need, but it’s… it’s too late. You can never retrieve what was never yours to begin with.

-Ok, throw me a bone here D! I feel like I’m on another wavelength!

-It’s okay, I’m just drifting off into the ocean waves of nothingness. We’re all just vibrating atoms.We will eventually drift apart and disappear into the vacuum of space.

-Wait… are we still talking about shoes?”

*Note: this piece was a result of a writing exercise that consists of conveying an emotion without using narrative. If you can guess the emotion, please comment below!