B. I Stopped Weaving Forever…

I stopped weaving forever on my sleeve when;
I realized how your body trembles
when the thought also pricks
onto your skin

We agreed to keep our love hidden-
6 feet below the ground

Someone said he likes me a lot
He’s a great guy
but I couldn’t betray my lungs
so instead, I broke his heart

(I promised to never ask for more)

But sometimes baby, it’s hard
there are nights when I wish you’d call me yours
I’ll run my fingers behind your back-
up, down and up again
so I could know you, like the fire knows how to burn

(Baby is that too much?)

So, I stopped weaving forever on my sleeve
when I found out that-
only nothing,
lasts forever…

bluesirie 19.9.14

A. I Love You

When Clementine wrote
A Mouthful of Forevers
I thought,
this is it!

Someone was able to
carved out something from my chest and
carefully traced it
to the perfect
combination of words
there ever existed.

I knew then that I have to write-
to you
for you
about you.

(I was 14 when I thought love was forever
I was 16 when I thought I was in love
I was 19 when I stopped believing in magic
I was 27 when I made a mistake and fell in love with you)

I’m not a perfect lover
there are days when insecurities,
fear and jealousy would eat me whole
and all I wanna do is-
to give you up

it’s always easy to walk away

yet, no matter what
you stay

I love you
from this day onwards
I will trust you, have faith in you
let go of my fear to be hurt

for, whether it brings pain or not
there’s one thing I couldn’t do anymore, and that is-
to reset my heart and
unlove you. So, love you, I will.

Until forever becomes
the kiss and the hug
we could give to each other everyday.

Until forever becomes
enough
for both of us
to share…

┬ębluesirie 22.09.’14