There is something special about cutting open a passion fruit with a sharp knife. A sour and crunchy slurp that nourishes the cells behind my forehead. Sometimes when I’m thirsty I choose fruit instead of water. Maybe I am addicted to the sweetness just as much as the power behind its tart. A small crack on my dry lips lets in a sting. But I allow it because everything heals eventually. And I won’t stop loving these fruits even when I know it comes with a little pain.
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Rebirth
Honey got in through the trap door again. It was so sticky this time that nothing could be let in or out. It was either winter or a wild fire. Nothing was breathing. Just ash floating in the sky like snow. Like bits of broken butterfly wings.
So nature made it rain. Cleared the air. Watered the foundations. And surprisingly enough, there were seeds burrowed in the dirt. Forgotten little things waiting to burst through. In no time wild flowers and ferns bubbled up. And the sun and stars breathed out in relief.
Red Wine
I’ve never been so happy
To take me out on a date
People-watch over the balcony
A man in the corner
Plays the saxophone
I’ve fallen in sweetness
With the thought
That I’m all I need
Angry
My chest is bursting at the seams and I will not run away. I will not explode. I will sit in the middle of the floor and ride out this fever.
Out Of Love
You’re coming into the shallow end of my heart
The warmth of your body still lingers at the edges
But we are both turning cold
And we know it
Sticky Seaweed
There is something wild in me
Filled with fire
Who is having fun destroying everything
I am creating secrets again
My own life
Unhinging
And scrubbing out the stick
How terrible to be intertwined
Like seaweed tangled in your toes
Swimming across the ocean of pain
Ready For Cake
I tasted a tear and there wasn’t even salt inside
I’m so tired of crying
Burning and itching
Heart bitten
I argued with myself like a teenager
You are going to regret this
But I have to make sure
I have to check for a pulse one more time
I continue
Come on it’s dead
That false puff of air
I love to love dead things
I’m becoming crazy
Wild and reckless
Like I always do
it doesn’t surprise me anymore
As I watch myself go mad
It’s becoming my ritual
To shiver and bleed
As I slice up the cake
The knife is in my hand
As I press on the frosting
I wish I knew where to collect the strength
To cut all the way through
Nothing Can
Nothing can be perfect
Or stay forever lasting
But what about the embers
At the bottom of the fire pit
Or all the sand
That sleeps below the waves
I’ll stay as long as I can
Backseat
The rain locked us together
As the fog hung around the mountain trees
The sky reflected in your eyes
And I couldn’t believe
How easy it was to be with you
Farewell
Thank you
You’ve played with my heart
You’ve burned my skin
And suffocated my lungs
With heat
With warmth
The rain started falling
And I couldn’t go anywhere
We can’t speak all the time
But we smile together
You’ve surprised me
After all you’ve taken from me
And pushed me down
Tossed me around
I noticed the flowers that you laid out for me
Go find another heart
To steal
Feed them dragon fruit
And show them the sleepy alleys with graffiti
It’s true
I fall in love with you more everyday
Our bond thickening
With every second
My feet are planted on your floor
But since I have you
I don’t want you
Chiang Mai
I’ve outgrown you
Thank you
Chiang Mai
I’m letting you go
I want something different
Oceans not mountains
Islands not traffic