Dry
Posted at 08:49 PM


i've contemplated on how to verbalize
the unfathomable feeling one gets
when you talk of your great loves lost.
... an affliction of a writer, who analyzes emotion
to make it fit into a puzzle like a a long forgotten piece,
and and exhales with a heavy breath thankful for the solution.
often, i ruminate trying to answer lingering questions;
deaf, mute on guessing what's the final step one has to take.
it's a thousand mirrors, falling from the sky,
shattering into tiny needles that coax the inevitable truth.
other times it's the parchment torn from a
well-loved book, sheets fully cherished and touched
with the breath of a hushed soul, pages
brown and old while the mind that loved them slowly
disintegrates into a limbo of kisses and tears.

--

the reason why we should refrain from saying i love you

so why do we say it?
do we say it just for the sake of hearing it reverberate back
but with less passion and truth?
do we say it because we're in this rigid viscious cycle wherein
one has to give in and the other, hold back?

plainly i should dismiss such thoughts but my monsters
keep on visiting my bedchamber, screaming and bantering for
answers.
.... is it that we just want to reassure our oursleves,
and simply uttering them would hopefuly bring back the old feelings?