Behind This Man...

Sifting, sorting, organising,
Through old memories, old project files.
I see who I'm becoming
Through years of trials.

Each notch, each 'partner'
Left her lessons, her...effects;
Taught me to be wiser, to be cautious...
Now left with a heart less than perfect; full of defects.

Looking at her now, as she sleeps by my side
I can't help but let out a smile that's a bit too wide.
I was brash and quick tempered
Now, with her affection, my aggression is tempered.

There was so much, before, that I could say in poetry.
Now, I struggle to find even the simplest words to say,
Fearing that none of what I write can ever portray
Just how amazing she is in any conceivable way.


She's The One

At last, at long last.
I've felt this way before
But that was in the past
Now, I feel it right to my core.

She sees right through my lies
That everything is fine.
She knows each and all of my cries
And the bullshit of every line.

There's no call for acting when she's around.
It's such a feeling, so profound.
For her, I'd happily kneel on the ground
And present her a ring, so very round.

Yes, I'm finally happy,
Finally free.
After all the tribulations we got through to get here
I can finally say it was worth it, my dear.


Wasn't Expecting That...

It's been some time since I got out of Johor. There is one person I miss. It's rather funny. All those relationships wherein we say to each other - I miss you....yet...here's the one person I hardly say that to and they're the one I miss the most above everyone else.

Yes, it's 3AM in the morning, what else were you expecting me to be doing other than to wax poetic about life, love, and everything in between.

All those relationships...they now seem rather superficial and...vacuous, in every sense of the word. Take one that I was in, for example. This girl thought it'd be a good idea for her to go gallivanting all over Europe for three months and share rooms with other guys, but when I have to take some time away from the relationship to take care of my grandmother, she has a God damned issue with it. The hypocrisy of it all. She can go have her fill of fun and it's alright, I have to take care of my granny and it's a capital offense.

Then there's this other girl. She always knew what just to say to offend. Lord knows why I even agreed to that relationship in the first place. Here's a sample of what she said to me - "After being with you, I realise what I don't want in a relationship". Take a good look at yourself, miss, you ain't the catch of the century. Look, I don't mind pulling out all the stops and treating a gal right. There is, however, a very real issue of diminishing returns. I hate driving, but during our dates, I drove. That, right there, isn't where diminishing returns come in, it's just the beginning. I made sure that she didn't spend during our dates, or, at the very least, didn't spend too much...I can't very well control her, now can I. When I realised she liked drinking a certain beverage too(Malta), I made sure to always get that for her when I could and got extras just so she could bring them back. I tried talking to her about her day and tried to understand her as well as her family. Now, allow me to ask, what did I get in return? She wanted to tag along one day while I had to work and while getting to her place would not upset my plans, I got to her place and still had to bloody wait for her to get ready. Then, en-route to the job, she tells me she forgot her phone, luckily it was just right outside her place anyway, so we made a u-turn back to get it. This wait and detour threw an extra hour onto my plans and I missed the shots I wanted to get for the job. Diminished return. What can I say, that instance and many others made it feel like what I was getting from the relationship wasn't worth the time nor effort.

Don't get me wrong, these ladies I've had in my life, they were caring and loving, and some of them even kept it that way all throughout the relationship...those, I'll be the first to admit, I let them down and should have treated them much better. However, there's so much more to just being caring and loving...and before you start going on about why don't I tell them what's wrong, believe me, I've tried. After some time, I just find it easier to keep quiet. Saves me the effort and the breath. Besides, I find it a lot more effective to give people a dose of their own medicine - she's not putting in effort into the relationship, let's see how she feels when I don't. Note, that's only when talking doesn't get through to them...which, believe me, happens every damned time.

Now, looking at the empty sky outside my window, it's not the memories of a ghost that keeps me happy, nor the way I've been treated well in the past that brings a smile. It's one person that keeps me waking up every day and makes these days here on my own that much more bearable.

If you somehow manage to find this post and is reading this. Thank you. I love you.

Acrostica...

Heavy is the head that wears the crown;
Only smile you’d find is on this clown;
Never have I felt anything but down;
Even faking a smile to hide a frown;
Seems like everyone wants to see me drown;
Time, I guess, to leave this town.

Dear readers, I wanna try something different. Send in your acrostic poem on any theme. This one is for being Honest. Let's come up with a poem that is made up of stanzas from your acrostic poems.

Her...

Her eyes sparkling in the winter night.
Shining like diamonds, clear and bright.
Her breath, slow and light.
Her beauty, truly a wondrous sight.

Her finger traces my chest slowly,
Stroking gently, warmly.
Her lips curled seductively,
Pulling me in alluringly.

She likes her tea without sugar,
She likes her food without much salt,
She likes baked potato and a certain tofu,
She also likes mushrooms to a fault.

She sometimes acts silly in the car,
She has nightmares that can go real far,
She knows her worth in life,
But isn't ready to be a wife.

Her eyes sparkling in the snowy night.
Shining like stars, clear and bright.
I see all this in her, and more,
Her, the woman I adore.

Blackout...

Sand.

It's everywhere.

Feels like there's a hole and sand is falling out, getting everywhere.

Yet, going nowhere.

Memories are starting to fade...or...they're missing entirely.

Silence.

Silence so disconcerting that even the droning of jet-plane engines would be preferable.

The process started some time ago. Started for entirely different reasons. Reasons that I can't quite remember now.

Was it to make my life better...or was it to be a better person...was it for someone. Can't remember anymore.

Therapy.

Mayhaps the intention was pure.

Wanted happiness...was it for myself...was it for a girl...can't remember anymore.

Something isn't quite right...can't remember anymore.

Memory.

Shards sharp enough to cut.

Can't remember.

Was told that this was the choice.

Can't remember what...why...

I think I'm happy.

Birthdays.

When will this ever stop?

This seemingly endless cycle of wanting to move on, yet feeling guilty in the end and then tossing myself back into holding onto fragments of memories like a broken record stuck on a loop.

Funny thing, birthdays. They'll bring joy one moment at having lived yet another year. Then the next thing you know, they'll bring sorrow for having lived yet another year...especially when the only ones you celebrate it with are ghosts. Alright, not ghosts as in the plural...perhaps just one ghost.

I've always told people that I don't celebrate my birthday and that it's just like any other day, there's nothing special about it. What I could never bring myself to say to them was, and still is, that the last time we spoke was on my birthday. Your final words to me were wishing me a happy birthday.

Every year since then, I've sat by your side watching the sun's rise and set. This year, however, I missed it...thinking it would help me move on. All it helped me feel was even more guilt.

So, here goes. 

Happy belated birthday, my love.

I miss you, dearly.