I don’t remember making any promises.
A runaway child with shifting sandcastle dreams.
I am here with you; the whole of me, to you, is not enough, is insufficient.
What can promises do?
They don’t anchor my heart.
They don’t keep me wearing your scent.
They don’t keep my legs jelly and from wandering.
Let the kite fly freely to its ruin
by cutting the string.
Please!
Tag: relationship
Time-traveling Lovers
The old clock
hung meaningless
on the limestone wall of separate dimensions,
the mantel of time-traveling lovers.
An artificial fireplace burning
with blue tongue and amber arms
tangled between the Boston snowstorm
and the Gold Coast heatwave.
Synced are their pace
and the speed of their heartbeats.
It’s not by accident
that he’s learned to
wake when she wakes
and sleep when she sleeps
even half a globe away.
Time became irrelevant.
His circadian rhythm
has shifted towards hers.
*Another collaboration with Benjamin Grossman. Thank you my friend!
FORGIVENESS
You were too young to know
the treasure of a child.
Bloated burden, unflattering.
Days of the velvet liquid,
murmurs between skins,
even the aroma of coffee
died abruptly.
Feeling unloved and ugly
is an unwanted sword,
like the seed in your womb
severing the sacred attachment.
I held on to the fragments of you
that were beautiful.
Because of your absence,
I learned to love books,
and when I wrote
I thought of the mystery of you.
Imagination attached me to you again.
Any missing pieces in me,
I filled with you.
As a full-grown woman,
I finally got to know you.
You were defeated, having lost the lushness of life.
The ugliness of your sin ripped me apart
like childbirth all over again.
Isn’t it ironic that
now you have shown up in my life again?
You are almost too much in my face,
causing me to lose balance.
I stumbled
in the tangled thickets of a prodigal mother.
I’d never know why you walked out on me.
It’s not something I need to know anymore.
Ma, I forgive you, your cruelty, selfishness, and entitlement.
I have peace knowing you are incapable of love.
They are your demons, not mine to slay.
Meet Me in Boston
You used to go anywhere,
hopped on a train,
caught a plane
to be there,
if only in the hope of a chance
to be with your girl.
Nowadays,
you don’t move,
you stay put.
Love has to find a way
to meet you
in your comfort zone.
I bought a ticket
to come as far as I can.
Even with clipped wings,
you have to pack your bag,
meet me in Boston
for an awkward hug,
for a chat over tea.
If you don’t want to stay,
just wait five minutes
to give it another chance,
to give me another reason
not to run away.
*When I can’t write, I ask for help. Benjamin Grossman helped me to write this piece through collaboration. Thank you my friend.
Learning
We say
we will get married
if we get to 40
and still single
For now
we just
fuck passionately
in between our
each semi-committed relationship
Deep down
I realise that
we don’t want to
lose each other
by giving our hearts
to someone else
There is wisdom
in knowing that
we can’t lose
what we don’t have
like our parents’ marriages
#cassaquote – 52
If I am asked to explain myself to you,
you don’t know me as much as you thought.
#cassaquote – 51
Leaving means I love you, but I love myself more.
Reality Hits
Living Poetry prompt – Useless
I don’t ever want you feel sad
But wishful thinking is useless
I don’t even know if you are ok
Now I am no longer in your life
Love Stays
I remember
You said
We would argue in poetry
The same way
We would show love in poems
All these years
I keep writing
Because
I haven’t stopped
Loving you
Hello Autumn
Yesterday was the hottest day in summer
Like a lover fighting for their relationship
Refusing to breakup
Today is the first day of autumn
Inevitably, unapologetically
Leaving behind the passionate, hot and steamy season
Flicker of Thoughts 