The Art of Leaving

 

When you contemplate art, you rest your hand against your cheek and run your fingers through your hair. You would think of messages and decipher stories out of marble and acrylics. I've asked you why you had to reason everything you see, and you placed your hand against my cheek and left me because you can.

The Fear of Opening

 

When I was showing you my past,

I wasn't opening old scars,

I was just showing you how I got them
in the first place.

 

The You Are Not The Same (Anymore)

Metamorphosis is magic in a catalyst;

to change and be something else.

Love is metamorphosis;

to change and often, forgetting how to

change back.

 

 

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The Space between Two Hearts

There are fleeting things in the world: the shy nod of an acquaintance, the shadow of a smile from a text, the brief goodbyes of colleagues and the distance of two old lovers.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

But we did nothing to close the gap. We could not. We shouldn't.

The Cities You Were Named After

They named the cities after you left, and erect a monument in your favour. They wrote eulogies, a few renown poetry and a painting dedicated to your smile. This is a brave person, a fighter and a good child of God, they said.

But they do not know you, who is afraid fo thunder and hates the smell of flowers. You who cried at night, behind closed curtains and fixed your hair when no one is looking. They do not know you as I.

The Equation for Love

The brightest minds of the world gathered in a convention to give love a simple equation. "Something as great as love must be given an equation!" They declared.

They sat for days. They thought through mountains of coffee, and pills. They cracked their skulls in vain.

I came by and thought of you and said "∞"

The Truth of Another

When it hurts, I hope you have another to hold you through.