A poem about space in relationships:
Another day in paradise,
without you,
Is just another day,
for me.
But for you, maybe,
It’s room to breathe,
A place to think
A time to be.
What’s odd is that, in every minute,
in every possible way,
You’re always, completely you.
With or without me.
And I wonder then,
If, to matter to you,
Jailer or Alchemist
Is all I can ever be.
Indeed,
You can never lose.
For, of all things I could,
Those are things I could never be.
I couldn’t sleep. I knew I had to. I stared in the direction of the wall in trepedition. I knew the clock’s hands were inching towards the crashing point. Perhaps they had already passed. I was too scared to switch on the light and check. If they had passed the…
I’ve done this so many times,I know how it goesAnd while it never stops hurtingThe acrid taste starts to seem familiar,even pleasurable for its warmthIt tastes just like wine. Heartbreak doesn’t sting like it used to,I know this time,I’ll live through it, like all those othersIt’s odd to get used…
A relationship in 55 words. She proposed. He declined. You’re too intense for me. He said then. A few years later, they met.He was older, she wiser. He frowned, I don’t like what you’ve become. You didn’t like me the way I was! She wanted to cry when he said…
