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.