Haiku for 12/4

Between my life and yours
I hope I see you again
Kisses from beyond


The differences between you and me
I’ve seen the sky turn from blue to grey
I’ve watched a ship sail from west to east
You haven’t

The differences between you and me
I’ve heard the voices of the choir carol
I’ve listened to the speeches of great men
You haven’t

The differences between you and me
I’ve tasted the bitterness of cocoa
I’ve savoured the sweetness of peaches
You haven’t

And yet
You tell me
You’ve seen the colours of the wind
You’ve heard the layman’s cry for change
You’ve tasted victory despite defeat

Most of all
The difference between you and me
You love me
But I don’t love me

Tell Me Not

Tell me not of heartache
Cured by a single apology
Cured by swallowing pride
Cured by telling the truth

Tell me not of pain
Cured by a single kiss
Cured by human change
Cured by humor

Tell me not of hate
Cured by listening
Cured by letting go
Cured by exchange

Tell me not of love
Cured by ‘a better one’
Cured by monetary troubles
Cured by death

Don’t Love Me

Don’t love me
I can’t dance
I have two left feet
I fall all the time

Don’t love me
I can’t sing
I am always too loud
I cry all the time

Don’t love me
I can’t run
I collapse after a lap
I faint all the time

Don’t love me
I can’t stay
I lust over anyone I see
I lie all the time

Don’t love me
I can’t live
I hurt everyone else before
I hurt all the time

Going Dutch

Thoughts pass by lightning speed
All memories realised and remembered
Mistakes rewritten into perfect little scenes
Do my choices mean that the ending must be of my demands
Or can I even change my future

She looks at me with beautiful blue eyes
They must be fake, I reason
Like how I wear my tie in such a fashion
Like how we sit with our backs straightened
And minds sharpened

“So, what do you think of me?”
The question still rings in my head
It has been milliseconds since she asked
I need to give an answer soon or I’m too slow
Too slow in this game

“Well, you see…”
I am stalling for time, I need to make my move
I should compliment her features, something soon
I open my mouth again and speak-

“You were lovely today.”
I close my mouth, hers were not
“I never knew someone could be so open,”
“So trusting and yet so mysterious!”
“I really want to meet you again.”

Her smile is gorgeous
Her voice is a radio in the deserted island
The bill arrives to the table
Her eyes looked down into her open purse
Petite hands searching for something

I on the other hand, search for a counterattack
Finding none but true compliments
I console myself in thinking that she is but a facade
And yet I fail to even convince myself of that
She looks amazing with those glasses