A day
That
Is
Close
It might have been
The words you said
Or what you did
It might have been
My thoughts
And my mind
But it was
A day
I will never
Forget
The day
It was done
Was the day
I won
You spread
Your feelings
And lay there
Waiting
I had my mind
Made
And you
Were
Still
Waiting
I was sitting here
In this café
Supposed to be working
But he caught my eye
The way he
Walked in, limping
Ordered his drink
And walked the stairs
Limping too
Maybe it's the overdose
Of caffeine in my body
Making me over think
But he broke my heart
A man
Around his 60s
Maybe older
Alone
The Man
Came downstairs
Took his drink and
Sat outside
Limping and on his own
The Man
People-watching
Sipping on his drink
Lit up a cigar
And continued
People-watching
The way
The Man
Sat so still
Surrounded by so much
But, is alone
Coughing occasionally
Shattered my being
Made me sad
And
Took you away
From my thoughts
For once.
There once was a girl that only ate apples and drank tea. She had a strange fear of talking, likes observing people and she lives in an apartment located in Taiwan.
One day she was stopping by the market to get some tea but was taken aback by the sight of a man with strange clothing combination. She thought it was the most wonderful thing she saw besides her steaming hot cup of tea this morning. She then got herself home as quickly as possible and searched through her clothes to find pieces similar to what The Man was wearing. She wore them but they didn't look right on her. It was his face, she thought. The way he slightly parted his mouth when exhaling.
A few days later she was in a cafe having her morning black tea and eating her apple. She held her tea to take a sip that would send her mind to clearness but that's when she saw him again. Tall with and wearing a navy suit, paired with a colorful tie that didn't even have navy or even blue in it. What a waste of a perfect suit, she thought.
On her way home, she was changing the batteries of her mp3 player and then wad startled to see him suddenly appear in front of her. "Hi, I'm Adam and I'm sorry to surprise you. I moved to the apartment next to you. I'm your neighbour," he said. Being the person she is, she couldn't say anything other than "I.. I'm It's okay, welcome." And thought that was enough so she picked up her dropped bag and moved on.
She died, he was waiting for Its Okay and her tea was cold.
She remembered
It was her childhood
That was stolen
From her
She remembered
The only choice
She had
Was to stop herself
From crying
She remembered
Other children
Didn't talk about
What happened
She thought
Is it just me?
Was I the only one?
She said
You ruined me
I forgive you
Because karma
Will do the job
For me
When I
Offered you
A warm embrace
Held you tight
For a long time
Not knowing that
You hand a knife
In your hand..
Stop crying
I keep telling myself
Say your words
I tell myself
They're right there
If they leave
Your tears won't
I'm telling myself
They left
And now
I'm begging my tears
To stop falling
The one you love
You've killed
Without a gun
Or a knife
Without anything
Sharp
The one you love
Stopped living
You've killed
Without your own
Bare hands
The one you love
Died
The one you loved
Was killed
By your words
It's all it took
Words
You loved who
They killed
They told me to dream and work hard to make my dreams come true. Now that my dreams are almost coming true, they told me about boundaries.. They changed their mind, too. They don't want me to dream big, work for my dreams and enjoy that. "You're overdoing it" they say. They want me to succeed in what they believe is greatness. Being a mother of 5, working as a teacher. Nothing of what I had in mind. Not what I want.
I don't like that. I'm striving for my own type of greatness, not theirs.
It's not fair.
I like..
Smiley eyes
Neat nails
Bleeding lips
Short bangs
Big glasses
Good words
Productive talks
Steaming hot tea
Weak coffee
Small purses
Candles
Finishing books
Sneakers
Early morning
Skype calls
Speaking
My family
Asian food
Chopsticks
Taiwan
Broccoli
Earrings
Boxing gloves
Weights
Thinking, sometimes
Cold water
Blankets
Not whispers
Not chocolate
Not you.
Sometimes, we should just allow sadness and anxiety be. Holding them back never did any good.
It's just the end of the day, that you start to lose your sanity and become mad and broken, for no reason you're able to recall. "Deal with it," they say.. are they kidding? You lose control over yourself, almost completely and they're asking you to "deal" with it?
Thoughts keep getting louder and louder with a side effect of a gallon of tears streaming down your face. It's all just too much, you think. It just gets a little too much, sometimes. You may make it through the night, maybe you'll stay this way. Eventually, it fades and you go back to worrying when will it happen next. No comfort life.
It took 5 heartbeats
She walked by him
Met his eyes
One beat
She lowered her gaze
Noticed his knuckle scars
One beat
Looked back up
Saw him looking at her
A beat skipped
Unconsciously
Covered her wrist scars
One beat
Suddenly
He said
What's wrong?
Two beats at a time
And she was lost
Maybe in him
Maybe his kindness
Maybe
Just
Lost
Do you know what deadly beauty is?
It's the way he saw her. It's the way he saw her flaws but thought she was the most beautiful thing on earth. It's how her smile kept him up all night. It's how the thought of her never left his mind and thinking about something else felt like a sin. It's how it made him the happiest person alive running into her. It's risking his life in order for her happiness. That's deadly beauty.
Do you ever just
Go around
Wish you're somewhere else
Looking at better things
And then it hits you
How much good
You're surrounded with
Do you ever just
Take a moment
To let it all sync in
You're breathing
You can see
You can move
And you're currently
Overwhelmed
Do you ever just
Cry for no apparent reason
Maybe because of
Your denied sadness
Maybe because you
Are just too happy
Maybe because
You can't control it
So you just
Let it out
- S.Y.B
