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eight years turn to eight minutes

supercut of flashbacks with you in it

vivid plays of pictures in slow motion

slipping spellings of her every emotion

pushed the buttons of the timid writer

inkwell for her pen blot on paper

causing spilt ink and wasted feelings

disappointments for her happy ending

when you leave you went to her leaves

safe from all book worms and thieves

parchment of love confessed in space

covered in Kraft addressed to the fireplace

her eyes closed and hit rewind

you’re still together inside her mind

with timestamps to press replay

on the moment when everything was okay

one blink and things went blank

her fears were all she drank

she changed for you the whole time

but you ended up changing your mind

eight minutes turned to eight seconds

you rue the day you held the writer’s hand

you left because she was always right

and took your pride with you in your flight.

i stare at this sheet

someone asked me

“what are you writing about?”

i said, “nothing.”

when you secretly smiled

in my peripheral sight

i caught that curve in the crowd of parallel lines

at school hand on your chest

eyes on my neck-aching focus

the chords i struck,

the pluck of tabs with my four string

on the ceremony of innocence

sweat sprinting in the sun

reaching our arms and run

on river rocks

the wanting to talk

and take a walk

on that trip that only tamed toxin

my unanswered ring request

to hear your ring back blessed

but bruised

when you stare at her

she asks you

“who are you thinking about?”

you said, “nothing”.

i was covered in fleece
steps on wet pavements
dust washed away by rain
clocks says its day-end
i wanna shout to the lights
hey i cant see the streets
it whispers just go ahead
and trust your own feet
its the depth in the dark
and the things that might be
will it be worth the dive
to the sea of uncertainty.

i have tried reaching out or making a connection but i just cant do it. i guess i'll just leave it as it is. crushes should remain as they should- exciting, flattering, and fleeting. a crush shouldn't come near the line nor cross the line to relationship or a romantic affiliation. ties destroy everything. i had three crushes in my lifetime, maybe four. haha. one for elementary, one for high school, one for college, and one i met at a street called tangent line. and each one is exciting. the nine-year old boy when we would incidentally hold hands in playing games on the school ground, the fifteen-year old guy saying hello to me with a smirk as i climb the stairs going to the venue for the prom, the twenty-year old man asking me if he can sit beside me during our meeting, the younger-than-me-but-looked-like -my-age guy asking where the venue is - these little details that make a mark in my brain and hang like portraits in the hallways of my heart that make every day youthful and stirring. it is what makes a crush special. it lasts without me trying to work hard for it to last. it fleets without me trying to surmount the grief from its fleeting. and it should stay like that not because he is not worthy to be someone to share a commitment with but because he is someone worthy to not be broken. a crush should remain as a crush - distant yet close, elusive yet exciting, and unreachable yet connected. it's ironically valuable without having a huge price to pay. it is better to keep it as it is. when love is almost easily gone and hardly found, crushes are there to stay in my heart, in a leaf of prose.

you came just in time
i was tired of waiting something
in fancy raindrops you shine
it's cloudy but the stars are glowing
as you walk towards me
the busy highway went deaf
street lights on wet streets
lighted your chiseled cheeks
with cars flashing on the road
we sat on this ordinary brown bench
you're an angel, i was not told
who flew me up from the deep trench
this store with glass walls
and lights of white reflect your grace
this feels better than crowded halls
blessed with dear's warmth in every pace
no pinky swears nor attached strings
i don't own you but you know me
this small talk gives big feelings
at 7-eleven on a rainy evening.#

"all they notice are my mistakes"
that's probably because you've been doing great most of your life.
"i am never good enough for them"
that's probably because the galaxy is your limit.
"i feel pressured every time"
that's probably because you're about to shine.
"all i get is hate"
that's probably because you're peaking.

people who love you cares
for what you are and what you're going to be
people who love you cannot bear
to see you far from your fantasies
people you love cheers
for your triumph and victories
people you love fears
you might let yourself forfeit.

"all they notice are my mistakes"
that's probably because they don't want you to do that again
that's probably because they know what's about to begin
that's probably because they only want you to ascend
that's probably the love we were not able to comprehend.

it was a cold dark night
when you waved and bade goodbye
i was shivering from cold
and the tears fell from my eyes
i should've known it all before
i should've looked and read the signs
when we met the sky was crying
now i'm crying all the time
i saw you fade around that pavement
like you vanished from thin light
and i am here under the rain
wishing you would still be mine
every inch of all these raindrops
every tear rolling on my face
paints the pain i have been aching
since the day you asked for space
it was a cold dark night
when you waved and bade goodbye
i was shivering from cold
like i've never been this so alive.#

the grass was young and green
when we both played and ran
like bees in the summer
with faces full of felicity
every sight of your innocent eyes
is an airglow full of delight.
we were on the same page
like a leaf during the fall
falling in earthy tones on you
was heaven in a cloud of snow.
oh that was an endearing youth
carved on a now old trunk
scarred on still an unhealed heart
with your spurned love so ardent
and my regret so insurmountable
for the things we could have.
oh what a memory on film reel
with an unagreeable ending
and unchangeable lines
i remorse i said to you.
now i watch your life in pictures
wishing we were a movie
if only freshness kept my hopes
i’d shot a bow in an apple overhead
to take me back to that young grass
and scream a euphoric yes to you.

Mirror, mirror
You make attention free and unpaid
These eyes, on you, are willingly laid
Giving people a moment to stay.

Mirror, mirror
By name you are always calling me
I turned around in cotton green tee
You showed me things I don't want to see.

Mirror, mirror
You've been faulty and wonky lately
Showed me sights of insecurity
And a pair of thin arms but heavy.

Mirror, mirror
I'm staring at a Tim Burton film
In 'The Masque of the Red Death'-like scene
And a grim figure with eyes so dim.

Mirror, mirror
In deep sigh and deeper exhaustion
You gave me same view every season
Showing me growth of all my demons.

Mirror, mirror
I know you serve reflections for free
But take away all the bad I plea
And let me see what I want to see.

there's an imp next door
but the tracks are not found
it's been creeping on the floor
and it nixes everything around.
wait little imp you'll have your turn
these eyes see a fiend in a friend
everything turns to ashes when burned
villains and varlets will taste dead end.