Dodged a storm surge, and only faced a cold wave.

Ah, the curse of a breakup’s anniversary.

The time a human will reminisce

And revisit memories that were locked up in pandora’s box, commonly known as the subconscious.

Just when snapchat’s memories feature was about to lose its sting.

A moment that can be described as a hit from the ocean’s wave,

Filled with emotions that belonged to the past.

And the state of being currently wet from the salty water,

That refreshing feeling reminds you how the good times were… fulfilling, overwriting all the bad shit that went down,

But that saltiness fuels that regret of causing so much damage to him as you tried to heal yourself within your mind’s chaos.

Then the sun kindly dries you up, and its warmth hugs you all over,

Sending rays of reassurance and hope, that it’s okay to be alright, and that he’s better now.

No one broke me, and I definitely did not break anyone.

We blame each other for our pain,

As if it is easy for us to hurt others.

As if it only takes an instant and/or complete loss of emotions.

As if it is within a human’s nature and default to break someone.

It’s not.

It’s not easy to cause pain.

Just as it is not easy to break a human being who is born to be resilient.

Don’t stop whispering. 

I definitely did not want you to stop.

I wanted you to whisper in my ear everything that you would have done if only we were a breath away.

And I definitely did not want to make it obvious for those sitting around me, as you drew dirty images in my mind,

But it was either that or the following Moan would have exposed both of us. 

Sometimes I need to show some gratitude to Love and Experiences. 

She would look into the direction of his neighborhood, as she drove past it, feeling 

Sad. Or at least that “ah, yeah that one from that time”… and rather than feeling indifferent, being sad for a bit was the better option. I think.

I don’t know. It was some kind of internal theatrical conflict to give the years she was with him a bit of value, out of respect for Love.

Strings of Nature

How delicate should I be

for me to play on the strings of a spider’s web?

Will I be able to hear the sad harmony

played on these fine lines?

Or are the small creatures of this world

the only ones to enjoy the sweet melancholy

coming out from my worn-out and stained fingertips?

Will they unite

to listen to the stories

of a heart that barely survived?

Uncertainty is a devil’s game.

Uncertainty defies my nature.

It fills me with insecurity,

Shakes my stability,

Which is why confrontation is my frontline technique.

Defence is my last resort.

I confront, I experience, I take an account.

So the next time the situation takes place again,

I know how to control my instincts,

my feelings.

Pull off a poker face, if needed.

And radiate confidence, naturally.

The human flowerbed.

She leaped into the core of an efflorescence.

The point at which her toes touched the damp soil,

pastel light shone, whirling around her limbs,

spiralling around her fragile body.

Leaves covering her entirely like a bed sheet.

Thorns piercing her skin for stability.

Lilies fixated on her chest just above her heart,

maintaining its virginity, its purity;

Surrounded by sweet violet Hydrangea,

to provide or steal away strength

for all the heartfelt emotions.

White Gardenia circling the neck and shoulder blades,

for the rich sweetness of hidden affection.

Eloquence is the Iris’ obligation,

outlining the lips,

and blossoming out of her mouth;

purple for wisdom

blue for faith

and yellow for passion,

all of which are the Iris’ duties.

Lavender Heathers filling her beautiful mind,

the origin of her beauty and sensibility.

White Heathers coursing in her limbs for protection,

and for good luck when dreams convert to reality.

Running down her back to her behind are long-lasting Orchids,

to maintain pride, refined taste, luxury and perfection.

A masterpiece, she has become.

So delicately structured.

So dangerous and rare.

A flowerbed that breathed in life.

A human flowerbed, that is.