I used to think that trust
Was a word that only those who have never broken,
Could easily say.
For they have never had to pay the price for it,
In that kind of way.
Trust
Category: Friendship
Past
I’ve never been good at remembering the past.
I mean, why would I remember the things that didn’t last?
And I’ve tormented and been tormented,
Been played and have played,
Just for you to say words that cut me like a blade.
But for all that I have lost,
I somehow have also gained.
The lessons that I have learnt,
Were all learnt through pain.
Choice
I once thought it was kindness,
Not too choose –
Or not to speak.
But perhaps it was the cruellest thing,
I could have ever done.
Because not choosing,
Was a choice in itself.
Shedding
I’m no different on the inside.
I’ve just been shedding my outer skin,
And the hypocrisy and contradictory
Love, that used to lie within.
I love that look on your face,
Because you can’t stand that I now have boundaries in place.
And so you can’t push me around,
As you used to so easily now.
How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine now?
Paper cranes
I once tried to fold 1000 paper cranes for you
But the cranes remained,
As you eventually left.
So when I found the cranes
Almost a decade later,
I bursted into tears
And wondered if somewhere –
Somewhere beyond us all,
You will suddenly remember me now and again too,
Just like so?
To that morning
I can’t turn back time to that morning,
As I looked down into my cup.
I can’t turn back to that moment
As I watched your leaving back
And how I wanted to call you back.
But if I had the chance,
I would have done the same
Because such is the fate,
When gone was the flame.
Cords
I finally cut the cords between you and I today,
My dear old friend.
And as the cords began to dissolve,
I couldn’t help but hesitate.
But really, there’s no one we need to be anymore
And there’s nothing we need to have.
Surrendering what we have,
To start on our new separate paths.
Broken
I’m broken, and I’m tired.
Have they always come hand in hand?
I can’t muster the strength to smile
Or laugh so sadly,
When everything is broken inside.
I think I’m purging, purging and purging.
So don’t make me pretend with you,
Just to make you feel something inside.
Photos
I went through old photos
And the friends and the love that I have gained,
And then lost.
I used to hide these,
Because they reminded me of what I no longer have.
But suddenly I had an urge to hang them on the wall,
Because I don’t think I’ve ever really lost,
When they carry so much love
And the light that I can only feel,
From looking back at this moment.
So that I can finally heal.
Painted skin
I’ve stopped fearing change.
And the people that I love
Who will come to dislike these changes.
Because though birds may flock together,
My feathers have never been the same.
There’s no one to blame,
When I’m the one wearing this painted skin.
So don’t be afraid if your wings,
Slowly, slowly,
Turn into fins.
