Tounge-tied

Sometimes,
words I should be telling you
are suspended
at the tip of my tongue

So when you ask me
“what’s wrong?”
I can only make out
the easy
“nothing”

And the words
you didn’t hear
died in my lips
and aged with time

I have grown a forest
out of the things
I didn’t tell
and if you listen well
you’ll hear the rain
came from the
questions you never ask
and the weight
drags on every day
that you’ll find my smile
prepared to break
set to die

You see,
when words left
Silence knocked
and asked me
to pack my bags
and let go

but you said
“stay”
and
“please, let’s fix this”
and
“listen to me”

I knew I have to throw this away
I should let go
I knew I have to leave
but
Sometimes,
words
I should be telling you
are suspended
at the tip of
my tongue

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In Extremis

I’d leave my corpse in your hands and my name on your skin,
so you’ll never forget that I’d live there

I’ll house you in a graveyard and
bury you like roots and coffins,
for you to feel how it’s like to be left alone

With frost and rain, I want to efface your memory
and I’ll teach you my name
it will be the only words your lips will kiss,
the only tale you’ll tell

I hope you fall like rain,
forced in its downfall,
lonely and shapeless
with nowhere to go,
nothing to do,
but fall

Because when you leave, you used the windows and
leave winter to sleep in my bed
and now sunlight is a stranger touching my skin
my body is a map of your lost expeditions
but I’m the only one presumed lost and
you, the only surviving member

Now I dream, cloth with the memory of your face
enduring what remains of my withering self

La douleur exquis

La douleur exquise –The heartbreaking pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

(La douleur exquise is not the same as unrequited love – the state of one desiring another they can’t have. This phrase is meant to describe the emotional experience and heartbreak of being the person whose feelings and desires aren’t returned.)

Jerry hopes. He still does even though the reality has been stabbed in his heart numerous times now.

“I don’t love you the way you love me.”

He remembered those words she said a week ago. Words that he already knew but pained him more when it was spoken for the nth time. He let out a withered sigh, which caused him to choke in the middle of yet another sob. He hugged his pillow tight and curled in his bed hoping to find some warmth. But even the comfort of his bed cannot cut through the chill he felt inside.

He reached for his phone and typed a message. He loved her. He still does. And he know, he will still love Sally. A simple and carefree girl whose eyes sparkle when she talks about paintings. A girl whose smile warms his heart and melts his soul. And maybe what caught him is the sugary smell of her perfume dancing faintly around his nose. Or maybe it’s just about the way she moves and the way she talks that he can’t get her out of his mind. He didn’t even know he could feel this way towards someone. But then she came. And his life will never be the same again.

“I miss you, S.”

He placed his hand near the send button but then hesitates and throws the phone away. He picked his phone and threw it away again.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed her like he needed a strong coffee after a hang-over. It doesn’t matter if she was so cold, she still burned him. He will fight battles and go to wars for her. But it was too late when he learned that she is the battle that he’s going to lose every time. He tried to move on. But no amount of alcohol can make him forget about her. No number of cigarette sticks can smoke her out of his mind.

He reached for his phone again, opened Sally’s picture. Seeing the Sally-smile, he was wrecked and healed at the same time.

And in the core of his heart, Jerry hopes. He deeply, truly hopes. That maybe, she’ll consider his love. Just a tiny bit. Even just a little.