Pieces

Every word that comes
out of your mouth sounds
like a poem with no vowels
and rhymes but I know
for a fact it's a poem because
it meant something to me
though I couldn't seem to
get the idea because every time
I think about it, generally, it
seems like an inconceivable
prayer waiting to be recited
by you, and only you.
Your voice exemplifies the
stillness in the ticking clock
and every tick is another
step away from the graveyard
where I buried all the words
I wish I could say but
never had the courage to
because maybe, I'm just
another lost girl still in search
for the light at the end of
the tunnel.

Will I ever get there?

Deprived of a need

The crashes of the waves
resembled the way your lips
curve and the lines on your
neck created a path that led
to your tiny fingers, reminding
me of Romeo and Juliet and
their hands intertwined. Every
time you spoke I could tell that
you're hoping to be a little
bit of something in your tone;
and that is how I knew so well.
Every chirp of the birds that
wake you up will remind you
of me and all the songs I
never got to sing to you just
when you asked me to and
miles away, I would quiver with
every word that lingers inside
me and I'm not quite sure
if I'd be glad about it because
at least I know things are fine
or disappointed because I
wake up every morning, bothered
by this distance between us.
I hope the things I tell you that
you keep under your blanket at
night make their way to your
mouth and it curves into a smile
that's gonna make the sun rise
and the moon stay hidden.
No more secrets were needed
to be kept by the sky's 3 am
pitch because they are already
buried within me. And you
know what? I'm keeping them with me
just as I would keep you
close to this pumping thing on
my chest...