Writing

collection of my poetry and short stories

Posts tagged Love
November

There was no screaming, yelling, or apologies. I half expected us to have a shouting match but we looked at each other and nodded in appreciation. I'm sure the entire bar felt our reunion. I remember my friends telling me that whenever we were both in the room, everyone would feel our intensity. We would glow in each other's presence whether we were aware of it or not.

 I must admit, you brought out the best in me. I truly loved you even when my words stuttered in fear trying to express it or when I was too stubborn to return your kiss at the bookstore. The best thing about us was that we were so similar. Too carefree about details that needed to be completed and too stubborn to admit when we wanted to be loved more. We were both the same to the point that we stopped trying. 

You took up so much space in my head and heart. 

But it's been forever and all that space that I had for you I have created for someone else - myself. And it took some time because I didn't want to give you up. Typical Lisa. Stubborn and petty. Always trying to make every "no" to a "yes" without the consideration of reality. But I could honestly say that giving you up, I finally understood what all those stupid Drake songs meant and what people have been singing/writing about for the first time in forever. You reintroduced me to me and for that I am so thankful.

I am so proud to have loved you.  

Cubicle Curse Series: Often

I often wonder if you still think about me at two in the afternoon

In between the coffee breaks and the constant surge of people calling your name

Or do you now think of me at two in the morning?

When your bed is warm and your body pulsates with rum

 

I often wonder if you still remember my perfume

The way it lingered in your bed and how the scents of

Lavender

Cinnamon

And burnt vanilla

Danced around your room

Whispering “I wish we can stay like this forever”

Or do you leave the windows open?

Cause the scent of your own sick makes you dizzy with pain

 

I often wonder if you still hide in the same places

If the

Deserts

Treehouses

Mountain tops

Still open their arms for you

Do they still cradle you?

Ask you about the forgotten treasures in your hiding place

The first shadow you cast in spring

Or the first time you ran away from home?

Do they still care?

Do you still care?

Are you still hiding?

 

I often wonder why I even wonder about you

In between every ray of light and spaces in the dust

Or have I fallen for your mirage?

The pristine version of your worth

When your shadow no longer haunts you and you actually get up to try