Change

“You’ve changed.”

He says, his eyes

piercing through mine.

How could I stay the same

When I have felt his soul

and my heart intertwine?

I wish I could leave

my emotions behind.

I do not reply

but I want to cry:

“I shiver every time you touch my skin,

Although, it’s usually by accident.

you talk all about how your date went

and you expect me to sit there and grin?

To encourage you to destroy me

While you and I both deny

our incomprehensible chemistry?

Don’t pretend

you don’t miss when my knees were on the floor

I see you lick your lips when you enter my door.”

He sighs, “You’re so cold”

-No, I’m just too old…

Too old to waste my life on this.”

He walks away, I blow a final kiss.

I am forever changing, it’s what humans do;

So, this is the last poem I will waste on you.

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

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Shower Thoughts

Late nights, when I am in the shower

I allow my thoughts to wander

Your face returns, my heart surrenders

To your expression at our last encounter.

The one whose eyes enslaved me many moons ago

The hurt within them buried beneath their glow.

You carried me during the darkest days

but even you could not bear the weight.

the chains grew loose from your unperturbed gaze

By the time you noticed, it was too late…

The tears intermingle with water;

when I fled, you did not falter.

 

Our ending need not be explained.

Love lost is but wisdom gained.

 

 

 

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.

Two Years

Two years ago today

our breaths intermingled in the snow

Vapour escaping our mouths

All of you, I wanted to know.

Your smile reflected

Against the winter sun

Warm and captivating

I thought you were the one.

We laughed as

Our warm bodies intertwined

such anticipation

I wanted to make you mine.

Our hearts yet unscathed

by imminent tragedy

We devoured one other

But you took all of me.

My cravings for you were insatiable

You infiltrated my brain

Escaping from you was impossible

Thus commenced the pain.

Two years ago today

Our souls broke the ice

But on this cold November night

Our love paid the price.