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

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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

Prostitute and Her Client

The pink lingerie fits perfectly
Lips dipped in crimson red
The perfume of a royal flower
The clients are to be pleased

The door opens for one
He’s unlike the usual man
Sunglasses covering his eyes
He growls for “a young one”

She appears with an uneasy smile
It is her virgin day after all
He limps towards her
It is not a physical injury

Behind closed doors the girl strips
Yet the man stares at the floor
As folded clothes are laid beside
The carpet turns dark and moist

The girl is astonished
She was prepared but not for this
Biting her nails she paces around
The man calls for her to sit down

A new fetish perhaps
Or he is the sudden violent type
She braces herself for a tight slap
Yet receives a hug instead

Tears drop down her shoulder
The man is now just a man
He cries for comfort
And she returns it in her way

It was supposed to be their fourth anniversary
They were to head out to their favourite place
Under the night sky they would enjoy
Dinner for two

He could not finish his words
All the man could do was cry in sorrow
The girl sat there and held his hands
And both of them waited

She was just studying the day before
Worries were of school and friends
Her life shattered as men took her away
Her parents waved goodbye at gunpoint

“Life never ends up the way it should be
We are placed together and picked apart at whim
I however with all that in mind can say
That I am here for you now”

The man never saw her again
The girl disappeared the next day
Some tell me the brothel never existed
My father tells me otherwise