Tag: poems

“I Can’t Let Go Again.”

Intertwined with mine, the scent of you lingers on my skin. Yours or mine, I care not, intoxicated on our sins. Again, again, entranced, we danced to the music of our glass parade. A blurry recollection of our moonlit night, a soft infliction from affection’s flight, I mouth the words that only you can know. Falling unto stranger ears, they stand confused, while you and I hold back tears, born from years and years of nothing more than what will be. Words that spill from lips stained with ink of regret’s past, I long for times that last, no longer can I cast my line of optimism. Tired, so tired, I barely stand, again, again, again, again, I grow so mad. Step by step by step, one piece gained for two I lost. Ramblings of the husk of man, I barely stand, tired, so tired, step by step, again, again, I grab for what I can no longer keep close. Weak. I am weak.

“I’m Losing Myself.”

Entranced, I take my only steps to find myself intertwined with you. Wrapped in silk, engorged on lust, I can only do what I can. Don’t leave my fingers trailing on your skin, akin to sparks on tinder, I fall again. Lost, I trust in your delight, I lose myself for just one night, at least that’s what I keep on saying. On and on, you make me plead, more and more, you take the lead. Step by step, we love again, until we are no longer.

“Longing.”

Are you better without me?
Grasping at your thoughts within my sleep
Mixing drinks with memories
Sleep beside all the things we couldn’t be.
Again and again, mixing red and green
Wishing you could hear all of me.
Speaking words you had to see.
Alone again, I reach for you
Once again, becomes two
More and more, I never knew
How much better you’d be without me,
Then I am without you.

I’d give away everything to be with you again.

“Homecoming.”

Every day, I wake up realizing I’m older than the day before. The version of myself that exists tomorrow knows more than I do. The version of myself that wakes to the sun has already placed the night within the past. Despite finding solace within the past, I embrace the coming day. Blind to the comfort that I receive from the moon, I turn to face the coming dawn. When the day is done and the sun begins to set, once again, I find myself seeking respite within the night, only to begin a new day.

Hand in hand, we danced again.
And each new day, changed the way
I spoke and wrote, a brand new page
Filled with words of old, feelings new
How long have I lived my life based on you?
More and more, I seek the past
Feelings I once had, never did they last.
Fleeting as the night, sear me like the day
Begging you to leave, pleading that you’ll stay
Still I think of you.
Within each empty glass that stains my shelf
Is a life I lived with you, a different version of myself.
Never once did I regret, the moments that I spent beside your bed.
Or the times we laughed, the words we shared and said.
Infinite futures, created by words that I’ve drawn
This life I live, that I’ve decided upon
A life where you and I exist, but “we” are gone.



“Again.”

Years passed. I finally heard from you again. We spoke and for a moment, I regressed. I became stained with regret yet again. As if everything thus far was a crescendo, leading to the end of our sonata. The song of our miserable encounter. A doomed performance, played upon a moonlit stage by star-crossed lovers. Short-lived was our reunion. Our time together, even shorter. But both, I cherish.

Once, just once.
A chance encounter, a random event.
A coincidence, surely that’s the extent.
Of how I slowly fell, spiraling in love with you.
Color my life, paint my world.
Hand in hand, watch me unfurl.
I basked in light, so bright.
A warm embrace, the morning dew’s taste.
A life so perfect, day by day.
And just as easily taken away.
Selfish, I pretend I wanted more.
But, all I’ve ever wished for
Was a chance to fall in love with you again.


“Hindsight.”

It’s dull.
A sort of dull, longing ache.
I don’t think I want to go back to how we were.
I think I just miss how life was.

We dreamt of a stage fit for all.
A place that we could call,
Our own, our dreams, so simple
At least, to me, it seemed.
Years went by, and slowly we fell apart.
As if we never were, from the start.
Days spent laughing in the day.
Now forever, feel so far away
If I could go back, I’d do it all again
A child’s dream, to play pretend.
If I could laugh with all of you once more
If I could just have one more day
Make this last, let me stay
Please, don’t make this the end
I wish, I could keep my friends.

“Fragile Tears.”

Funny, isn’t it?
How up until the end of the line, in almost anything
We realize, all that matters is how hard we worked to get where we are now.
And yet, in the end, we still somehow end up failing.
Still, we somehow manage to fall short of our goal.

A thousand drops of snow, but only two sets of feet.
Walking all around, hands close, like lovers in their sleep.
She drags me on by hand, eager to explore things she has yet to see.
I wonder if you ever knew, how much you meant to me.
Years passed, and affection turned to ash.
You and I, a story of the past.
A story never told, never meant to last.
A heart now shattered, dropped and broken like fragile glass.
A thousand nights, lost, to a single fear.
A broken heart, now mended across the years.
A lonely spirit, shouting, loud and clear.
My heart, for you, sheds no more fragile tears.

“Fog against the glass.”

A message written in the air.
Hands that once were there.
A time when life was fair.

We laughed and talked of days now past.
Of things and people that never last.
Strange, how we grew up so fast.
We loved and danced like kids in spring.
In a time, when we didn’t know a thing.
Strange, how I still cry, holding your ring.
People come, people go, people never last.
Oh, how I miss your kiss, your touch, buried beneath the grass.
But as long as I live, your memories will never pass.
Even if you’re gone, like fog against the glass.

“Snow-cones in November”

Talks of changing the world
From souls still young.
Not knowing that when we’d get older
The world, as we knew it, is so much colder.

Summer plans and minivans in mid July.
Sandy shores and dance floors in my mind.
Humid nights and playful fights, with you by my side.
Playful-tones, and little Snow-cones in mid November.
Your lips on mine, hands intertwined
These days I still remember
How I wish it’d last forever
Those little snow-cones, in mid November.