just

Dear you,
My heart has been sad and I turn to you again. And it feels like I'm turning to you while running away from you.
P

coward

i am not brave. so i do myself the favour of hiding.
sometimes in bathrooms. in closets. sometimes, behind my hair.
but mostly behind words

breakfast

let's wake up to simple things-

like warm coffee

freshly baked bread

and sunshine

a quantum of you

nights coiled in
to hold us together
in words
even as the world flung us apart

words-
i can no more tell
when mine become yours
and yours become mine

snatches of you

there are afternoons

when toes curl

fingers twirl

and the day fills with longing

as i drink you down

like raindrops

caught in the tiny craters

of my palm

trance

it's so easy to lie here
stare at a fragment of the sky
and dream about your eyes

take me away

so i don't have to talk to anyone anymore. am tired of yap-yapping. am tired of having so many people to ask questions to and say things to. let me just bury my head in silence.