Dates that are highlights of the week
Kisses that taste of unkept promises
Batman hoodies that still smell of you.
Infinity signs traced on bare skins
Desire that wobbled like a seesaw
Streets that weren’t dark enough to walk.
Kisses that taste of old lullabies
Scented candles that are blown off like me.
Memories that burned like candle sticks
Explosions akin to self-detonation
Masochistic examinations of old photographs.
“I don’t know anymore.”
“This is it.”
Our inside jokes
Your groaning printer
Shy tickles behind my ear
Albums picked in music stores
and molten-golden silences.
We split up,
along with our phrases
They don’t mean the same anymore
when the language we made
ceases to exist.
I am fond of you.
I am attracted to you.
I have a crush on you.
I adore you.
I like you.
I am lusting after you.
I like, like you.
I am healthily obsessed with you.
I am addicted to you.
“I love you,” too soon
is socially unacceptable.
Of my skirt,
Set standards of prude and slutty.
Of my hair,
for me to be considered feminine.
Of the mirror,
so I’m neither narcissistic nor ungrateful.
Of the arms away he needs to be
to prove my chastity.
Of the suffering,
before you realise I might need help.
Of the rope,
that’s binding this judgement on us.
“Maybe someday we’ll be together.”
What a lie.
I broke you and you broke me.
We need to fix ourselves now
instead of wishful thinking.
Let’s not break up over external reasons
We are why we’re ending.
Let’s move on
without wondering whether it’s the right time to get back together.
Let me look back at us with fond memories
instead of remembering the painful months/years I spent chasing you.
I don’t want to stop myself
from pursuing new people anymore
in the cursed name of monogamy
wondering if you still love me.
I don’t want my belief in soul mates
to blind me
so I don’t let new people into my life.
Maybe you are my soul mate,
the kind that revealed my layers
but doesn’t overstay his welcome.
I fall in love ruthlessly
I let go cruelly
I am the permeable membrane
but I refuse to merge with you.
Let me breathe
Forget about rekindling fires
Remember how to close chapters.
High school days
Nights studying him more than books.
Secret chits that floated aimlessly
Questions of bubble gum souls
Confessions that scarred like paper cuts
Checking off tick boxes of our firsts.
Thankfully empty classrooms
Absent-minded declarations of love
One day, you will leave.
You have roots
but you also have wings.
Home is all the different places
your heart occupies.
Bills will pile up,
the cost of leaving.
Goodbyes and home food cravings,
the cost of limitless freedom.
Lines between family and friends blur
as you find yourself
being “invited” to dine with your parents.
But one of the pillows on your friend’s bed
has been designated as yours.
Fancily structured phrases
Otherwise incomprehensible metaphors
Rhymes that end before they begin
What is meter?
Thoughts that make you think
Crush the enter key
when you feel like it.
Poetry these days.