Haiku 10

Tell me, is this real:

do you truly love me when

you still sleep with her?

 

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She Takes Long Showers Part 2.

She takes long showers,

Not because she needs to clean

Or that she takes her time,

But because it’s the only time

That her cold skin ever warms up;

Her frozen heart pumps with life.

Only then does she feel

Like nothing ever happened to her.

She can even pretend

That when she steps out

She won’t feel the shame

Cling to her skin again.

Then she would be fine—

She would never be fine,

Ever again.

Dear So & So

Dear So & So,

It’s been 5 years— I wonder if you’d recognize me; this face, this countenance, the expressions I make.

Would I recognize you? If I did, it wouldn’t surprise me. To remember your smirk, your reserved mannerisms earnestly reaching towards me, the way that your eyes would crinkle upwards as you gave a genuine laugh— would I?

Are you still the same? Cause what I don’t remember is the sound of my name on your lips, articulated by your tongue and echoed through your diaphragm. I don’t remember the sound of your laugh whether it was light and happy or if it was given nervously, timidly as if you were scared that someone would take it and force it back into your mouth and swallow down the reason why you ever dared to open up.

I also don’t remember the look that your eyes had. What I like to think is that they looked lost.I believe that they did— no. I know that they did. That the way your eyes looked out into the world was as if they desired, longed, wished, wanted, lusted— that all their owner ever wanted, needed was someone to ease their loneliness. I think, I think that they looked at me that way. They told me that it was me. I thought that it was me.

Yet, 5 years have told me otherwise. The way that my phone doesn’t ring, the way that a message with your face doesn’t appear, the way that my email inbox doesn’t have your name attached to it: they all tell me it wasn’t me. Right now, I finally realize, I finally know that it wasn’t me.

So if I saw you at a glance, would I recognize you? Yes, I would, but I’ll pretend that I didn’t.

Wishing you the best, even though I do not know what that means anymore.

Sincerely,

Saying that I don’t care

Waves of Misery

The waves of misery come towards me in waves

I stand on the shoreline, watching them go in and out

Some days the waves come, only barely soaking

The tips of my toes and the edges of my sole

Other days it comes rushing into me

Splashing roughly against my legs, soaking my torso

Today, the tide has come in slowly

Creeping, seeping into my clothes

Rising higher and higher up my body

Until it went over my head, enveloping me

Yes, drowning even now as it’s over my head

That’s how mesmerized and traumatized I am

By the waves that have taken you away from me