I wish

I wish I was a cloud

Drifting to you whenever

Wherever

 

I would take the form of rain

And comfort you by caressing your cheeks

I would block the rays

From your peace as you smile in your sleep

 

I would fill the empty glass

With my tears to quench your thirst

 

And when you look at me and frown

I would disappear as mist

As the orange blossom of the setting sun.

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Snowflakes;

Fragile

yet elegant coat her,

nonchalant and magical.

How far

before

her legs give way and her blood turns cold?

One step

and her boots sink deep into the icy field of white.

How could I?

She smiled and in seconds, my heart was stolen. She held her hand out to me, beaming from ear to ear.

She had the cutest gap-toothed smile. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and a thick fringe hung over her forehead. Giggling, she took small steps towards me.

“I’m sorry.” She said, her voice clear as a bell.

“Do you know why you’re saying sorry?” I interrogated her as I bent down to get a close up of her beautiful eyes.

“I pushed him. It’s not nice to do so. I will give him my cupcake so he feels better.”

I sighed and a flicker of a laugh escaped my lips. How could one stay angry at a grade school student? It was an impossible feat.

Drifting.

Like so many times before, you welcome me with open arms. I give you a firm hug, a hug that says I’ve missed you. You laugh and smile, but I know that it’s not for me.

It doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s the smile you give to strangers, to people wheeling past.

Remember the times when we laughed about how our professors spoke with a weird voice? Or that time when you slept over at my place and we talked about deep topics? You had opened your heart to me back then.

What about now?

With withering hands, I hold on tight to the jewel that has been my life’s treasure; with politeness you throw it into the horizon like a skipping stone.

In the dark, midnight sky, I watch as it falls like a shooting star.

Naked.

I followed you,
your trail of blazing fire
that flared up in the sky,
that plunged the world in red,
red.

You stilled my heart with red fingers,
brushed my ebony hair with a soft whisper,
shhh, shhh–
and smiled,
like the last rays of the setting sun.

Enchanted.

Ah, there you were. You wave and your smile sends butterflies to the depths of my belly. You were always a charmer. One smile and I’m done for.

You set me off into a fast waltz–one two three, one two three–flustered, I stumble and fall. You hold me close against your chest and my vision blooms bright pink. It blossoms like a flower and my heart takes a deep dive.

My breath hitches as our fingers entwine. Oh dear lord, this is what paradise feels like. Bewitched, I sink into your hazel orbs.

Deeper, my heart screams, deeper.

If you asked me, I would follow you wherever. A sigh escaped my lips. Wherever.

 

Popcorn?

My heart skipped a beat as he took a step towards me.

All I could think about were his eyes–his beautiful double-lidded, almond-shaped eyes. They had this reddish brown hue to them, like the bark of a tree mixed with the last rays of the setting sun.

“Hey,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Yes?” My voice felt like a whisper as I leaned into his warmth.

He placed his hand against my cheek gently, tilting my chin slightly upwards as he studied my eyes. The hand-and-tilting-cheek-gesture was always his signal for something romantic. Was he going to plant his lips on mine? Was he going to sway side to side in a slow dance? My heart shuddered and held its breath. There was ambience and all I could hear was the beeping of the washing machine.

“Popcorn.”

“Popcorn?”

“Popcorn.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “Right now? It’s almost midnight!”

He flashed me his signature thousand-volt smile and a stubborn nod. Oh boy. That meant he was going to have his popcorn no matter what. Even if he had to wrestle me to the ground for it.

Just one of the many sides of love I guess.