Differences

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

Indeed
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

Diseased

I hate this cat
The door is creaking
Stupid rain on my shirt
Stop staring at me

I’m drenched
My throat is parched
The bed is too hard
You are still asleep

My head hurts
My chest hurts
I will just sleep this off
Just close the door and leave me be

It is too bright in here
What do you mean I need to be careful
Who are you and why are you decked in white
Why is there a tube in my arm

I only have two months
What the hell how did this happen
No I cannot believe that
It is true isn’t it

I love this cat
The door says hello to me in its own way
The sun leaves me with dark clouds
I cannot differentiate my tears from raindrops

Mom

I’m five
Dad says I should go play with my dolls
Brother is sobbing on the couch
Dad has this look on his face like he’s going to cry
I hug him
Maybe he’ll stop crying now
What time will Mom come home?

I’m seven
Dad holds me up and swings me around
Brother is holding my birthday cake
Dad tells me to make a wish loudly
I wish for Mom to come back soon
Maybe now she’ll hear it
Why is everyone crying?

I’m ten
Dad tells me to smile a little more
Brother stands beside me with his graduation certificate
Dad tells me to stand still and stop talking
I ask about Mom and whether she’s going to take a picture too
Maybe she’ll come soon
Why is everyone so quiet?

I’m twelve
Dad is sitting at the table drinking beer
Brother is yelling at his phone again
Dad keeps looking outside the window
I don’t dare to ask anymore
Maybe Mom doesn’t like me anymore
Why doesn’t she like me?

I’m eighteen
Dad tells me to have a blast
Brother tells John to keep an eye out on me
Dad slaps John on the back and gives him a big smile
I come out the door with Mom’s myrtle green dress
Maybe I will enjoy this
Why does Dad look so flabbergasted?

I’m twenty five
Dad is preparing to send me down the aisle
Brother is yelling at the waiters to get ready
Dad opens the door to receive me
I have Mom’s wedding dress
Maybe Mom’s enjoying this from heaven too
Why is everyone crying?