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Make believe

I live in a world of make believe
And pretense. The sky is always blue
The sun-warm as a McDonald’s hash brown
The river always flowing, the leaves jewelled with dew.

You are a blank canvas
I paint on with acrylic
My dreams tranquil
As the sound of the rain.

I wish you upon a star
And at eleven eleven
I give you my entire being
And you feel like heaven

Skin on beautiful skin
Fingers intertwined
Ghost of a smile in your eyes
And that’s how I know you’re mine.

But I live in a world of make believe
And you don’t really exist
You let my fantasies live
So how can I resist?

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How do I begrudge you?

You ask me if I hate you
For leaving, for staying,
For making me do things your way
For making me do things I wouldn’t do otherwise.

Darling, how do I begrudge you?
You fill up the empty spaces of my soul
With glitter, and rainbows,
And all things beautiful.

Darling, before you, I was forlorn
And had no hope for a tomorrow
That didn’t include darkness for long
and men filled with melancholic mayhem.

Darling, you were hope
You were sunshine. I was a consummate dreamer
And you were flesh and skin and bones
A manifestation of my wildest fantasies.

Darling, I now know belief,
And trust, and love
Because you exist in this world
What more conviction do I need?

Our memories

Our memories don’t have flesh,
Skin, Fingers in hair
No bodies entangled in bedsheets
With cigarettes butted our on our tables

Instead we have words, and photographs
And thirteen minute telephone conversations
About nothing in particular
And sweet nothings all night

You’d said the universe is signalling me to be with you
And that I deserve every word of what you say
You said that I deserved all the love in the world
And all the things lovers say to disposable lovers.

We have photographs of leather jacket and a bike
And faded jeans with combat boots
We have words, of comfort, of chemistry unparalleled,
Of proclaiming you as mine, mine, mine, mine

Erasing you

I rub rub rub
Till my skin is the colour of the setting sun
Kind of like you, a little
Perfect, I’d said.

I scratch, scratch, scratch
At the wound till it bleeds
And stays unhealed
It hurts less than I hurt when I think of you.

I scrub, scrub, scrub
You away from my skin
But the feel of your touch lingers
Like a phantom limb.

I break, break, break
The habit of you.
That’s nothing compared to
My shattering heart.

Forgetting is so long.

I liked you, and sometimes you liked me too.

My heart looks for you, waits for you
In every breath I take, I think of you
Some days, I wish you were here
Some days I wish I’d met you again for the very first time

You take my breath away- my lungs don’t know how to breathe
On their own- without being sent the scent of you
Unrequited, as that will be.

A single word from you will calm me down
Night after night, as I wait for you
Unlikeliest as our situation is,
Deep inside, I yearn for you.
Early, as the dawn rises
Earnest, as my breath catches,
Pure carnal lust consumes my waking hours.

Recondite as you are, darling
Allowing this love to ebb away
Just as I open up to you.

Love in Time

Before my bones turn to rust
And my skin to ashes
I’ve had the good fortune
To love you.

I’ve loved you
Before I knew you
Before I knew of love
Before I knew myself.

I’ve loved you
Before time was time
Before I was skin and bones
Before you were flesh and blood.

I’ve loved you
Before my humour
Before poetry
Before the stories of our childhood

I love you, I always have.
Today, more than yesterday
The blood in my veins
Wouldn’t be the same without you.

I love you, I always have.
Tomorrow, more than today
With my heart and soul
And I know you do too.

I will love you
When your body rots
In its burning grave
And I rewind our lives to the good parts.

I will love you
When tomorrows stop existing
And the stars engulf the earth
And the material remenants of our bodies

I will love you
After my bones turn to rust
And my skin to ashes
And we are nothing but a freckle in time.

The Grammar of Love.

We were supposed to be there
For each other till death, no?
Through heartbreaks
And divorces
And layoffs
And periods of darkness

We were supposed to laugh
And get waffles for the other
When we decided to die
Because cancer was here
To greet us to an early grave.

We were supposed to help the other
Run away from arranged marriages
And get tequila shots
And cig puffs
Before our weddings.

We were supposed to be godparents
To our children
And be roommates
In our old age homes
And marry off our children
Through our diabolic plans.

We we supposed to have
A hundred commas,
A million exclamation points
And an entire book
Of beautifully crafted poetry.

So why did you leave mid-sentence?