Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Sweet everythings


What is the sound of love

But sweet nothings

I whisper to myself


The sound of heartbreak

But your silence

When I say them.


When is the time right

To float on cloud nine


When it is time

To fall flat-faced on the ground.


It stings

To have a wrong fixed


To be set free

A pillow wet with tears.


What is heartbreak

But sweet everythings

I whisper in your ear


The sound of love

But my words pounding

Through your heart. 


Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Nostalgia, habit and that little culprit



Is it nostalgia,

Habit or that little culprit


The awakening 

Once more

The heart dropped

As if you were never gone


We ignore the signs

That tear us apart

Though history taught us

We are not enough


Love with you

In perpetuity, and never sure

I can without 

But I would rather not.