under cover -

& here I thought
I’d never spend the weekend
all day in bed
again

tending to wounds
without bruises
to what I am & became.

just a pawn piece on this game of chess -

hopelessly trying to win what is caged between your chest.

23/07/2015

- unruly

It is funny how things you never said can turn into the only thoughts you will know. Rewind, and release. Like a broken tape. Maybe it is not exactly broken.

But it was you, who chose to twist and turn the cassette to the beginning. To release and replay. Just so you can hear your very own heart skip a beat again -

that could-have-been,
but never will be.

relief.
more than a sigh.

remember orange summer sky

and remember feeling changed

everything in between

i can never understand what goes on in a mind
simply from staring straight through darkened eyes,

maybe i am not supposed to
and maybe like many other things i have come to accept -
(however convincingly)
this is not for me.

maybe it took a walk across the bridge,

overlooking the stillness of a canal
on a solemn, Tuesday night
to make you realize

there stand before you -
the fragmented sides
you tried so hard to bury and run from
surfacing again

only this time -
you let it be.

no quiero olvidar,
pero no quiero quedar