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.

The First Replacement

You are the breath of the sea
The one that smells of lightning
The crowns of old kings
A smile that wanders

The Silent Fissure

Do you know how a heartbreak should've sound like? It doesn't break a creak. And you would expect something so morbidly wrenching to sound more cosmic than that. Maybe, just maybe, the sound of all 6,500 windows of the Empire State Building cracking in unison would sound as much. But no, out there, a gradual fissure on a small rock on the surface of earth would make a more distinct sound than a breaking heart.

The Giving of Hearts

No thief is as lovely as you.

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Dear readers,

let me take a moment to preach about love, and a man who had a dream.

He dreamt of finding words where others have failed, to spread them like fire and rock n roll, hoping that one day someone will be lost for words, and remember a line/phrase/a story from here and save a love/ a life/ another dream.

Please follow https://twitter.com/howimissedyou, and retweet the work you love. For I could not have done this without you. I am you too.

Thank you, everyone.

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The Significance & Relevance

Sometimes I woke up before my eyes do and I imagined how tiny I am.Compared to the air, I am a tiny speck in the distance between the Earth and the Sky. Compared to the world, I am alone. Compared to space,and everything I do is irrelevant. Compare to the mega-universe and I am imaginary.

And I floated in bed for seconds that felt like years. For the briefest of seconds, there was peace.

Suddenly in its turn, I panicked. Like a man in the middle of the sea, size ate me up and devoured like a man in sea and I struggled for size, and broke open my eyes and searched.

For relevance, for comparison, and for assurance.

That I am still accounted for. That my opinions do matter. That it is okay. So I burrowed my face into your arms, and I knew I am real, that I existed and I am your significance.

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The Death is Alone

Death is unkind, to have taken me without taking you too.

The Bottomless Potential

Parents will expect too much of you.

They were right. You are bottomless potential.

Till you gave up.

The Infinite Space

Love, I would've loved you forever if forever is immortal.

The One That Got Away

Maybe the reason you stayed was because you forgot that you don't have to be in a relationship, to be loved.

The Old Year

I found you at New Year.

"I've always wanted to built a bridge."

Where?

"Here (you pointed to your heart) to everywhere."

I wanted to tell you that it is not possible. You would break. The hard concrete of the demands. The mess of all those connections. The sheer weight of the responsibilities of relationships. I wanted to stop you. But you smiled as though reading my mind

"They are already here. I just need to cross them again."

Happy New Year, you.

The Vow

One day I hope I will have the chance to say this:

"I love you, with everything I am."


I love you too, readers. (:

Cannabalism

You cannot stand on the edge of the world,
without the urge of jumping off.

Oh you cannot love someone wholeheartedly,
without losing yourself somewhere.

Proposal

I seek only your hand out of 6 billion people, and a universe.

You mean something to me.

Air

I miss the way your heart beats next to mine.

And your words like winds tickle my ears as you whisper in the din. I miss holding your hands in a crowd. It transports me to a place where I am alone in the world, with you. The way you touch my soul, and drink the sunlight from my skin.

Your kisses so vividly high.

I even miss the fights. The way you rush out and slam the door. And it infuriates me how easy you walk out. Yet it worries me because I consider, on so many occasions, if the door will ever open again.

You can come back now?