christmas wasn't merry and new year wouldn't be happy
with you

the art of self deprecation

when i get a compliment, I always turn the cheek, 
batting it away like it doesn't belong to me. 
Over the years I've learnt to feign a thank you on internet and phone 
but if you say it to my face, i just don't hear it

you may think my smile is the cutest, my eyes the brownest  
or even write poems about the curve of my legs or the sculpted shoulders, 
i may not argue but in my heart i would still brush them off as kind yet silly remarks 
silently blaming the lights, makeup or an eye defect

If i assembled a space rocket, i'd say even a child could've done it. 

I'm a mess and will always be.

between 1:20:09 and 1:20:10

what occupies the moment of silence between the hand of a clock ticking from one second to the next?

an image of you comes to mind, only teeth.  just by the way your cheeks accordion out around the edges of your mouth, i can tell there is a lightness in your eyes-- a reflection of the sun, i think it is. like a glimmer of light that clings to your skin underwater, how even when you pinch your nose closed and close your eyes to go under, it repositions itself to a spot never touched. or maybe it stays in the same place because you didn't take a deep enough breath and you come right back up, laughing with slugs of hair dripping over your eyes, ready to try again.

i have an image of you
on a warm day in july--
full of teeth,
full of teeth,
somewhere outside 
of time.


i miss your smiling face love

too much baggage

caffeine

have you ever felt sadness at 3am? 
knowing your love once lost and found will be lost again?
tears rolling down those bambi eyes, unfinished poems brewing in the heart.

its hard to ignore how you're perfect; you who's willing to be my everything. anything. 
darling, you're right when you say i will fall in love again but you're not if you think i'll stay in it; 
i know its unfair but i'll always end up comparing. 
it's always going to be you.

superman zero jeeralal, you should be awarded with a nobel peace prize for being totally immune to all my desperate attempts to pick a fight with you. you make the terrorist inside me feel like i'm using a mini water pistol on a man armed with bazooka love. 
handsdown you've got to be the most stubborn lover that ever existed on the face of this earth. 


i strut around feeling blessed for being chosen to experience this awesomeness of your love; this absolutely pure rare kind of love that most people never see or feel or even hear about their whole fucking lives. 
this what i got right now is magnanimous.
if i die right now i would die a happy girl. 
dying is easy.
its living without you that's gonna be fucking damn hardest.

You see, those few seconds where you drive under the overpass while it's raining and suddenly everything is so still? you were just like that.

You and I, that’s my most brilliant plan yet.
And it's raising goosebumps on my skin in the form of braille in a language that only you know

amber's

sometimes when i cry i don't bother
to wipe my tears. i want to think i’m in a scene in a movie
and my tears are crystals and my eyes are
bambi.

forest fires are the doing of crazy lovers like you and i

let us go to the park 

so you can call me beautiful

and i'll let my heart blush out of my chest.

give me a piggy back and spoil me

even when i insist i'm not tired;

and when we fall

we'll lie on the green grass

and let the sun wrap our souls.

let us go to the beach 

so you can see the sun kiss my bronze skin

and set in the brown of my eyes.

taste the sea salt from my mouth

and when night comes

make love to me in the shack

our moans drowning

in the din of the crashing waves.

red

watching you button up your shirt

and listening to the sound of water gulping down your throat

so sexy.

our slow walks in my bosky neighbourhood

on roads lined with gold medallions

filled with broken twigs, dried leaves and plumerias

so romantic.

I pick a flower and playfully tuck it behind your ear.

mon cheri

so cute.

we walk like nomad for hours

so slowly the warm wind rushes past my body and somehow i don't wan't to chase it

no more.

the mad river has finally met her sea