Cross the line
Place your love like a band around
Have me your way
my way and every other which way.
I’ve already risked this friendship
for love, lust and desire;
Leaving me weak in the knees,
with a crazy bad habit that
wants to stay.
They tell me he is educated,
that he comes from a good family.
He is religious and settled,
that he can give me what I need.
He isn’t attractive
nor does he have any dreams.
His empty shell will never take me
to paradise, that’s what I tell them.
That is how we fit best,
atone for the shortcomings of the other.
The continued strength at the
an unconventional strategy when
options ran out,
the back-and-forth banter of
That is how I’d like to see us
‘shining brightly alone;
a supernova together’
but you… you didn’t think so.
If he would have kissed the valley
between the mounds,
he could have witnessed the plateau
transform into mountain peaks.
And if he was thirsty,
I would have let him drink from my
fountain of youth till
he drowned in the tsunami within.
Instead he preferred to
build sandcastles during the storm.
They ask me
“Why are you still not married?”
“What exactly are you looking for?”
My answer is simple
Sometimes I think about the past,
and wonder if it would have been different.
If we would have had what we have today,
or whether it would have faded away.
Sometimes I just want to run away,
and hide in a place where no one will find me.
To be alone with myself,
so that my thoughts will have space to breathe.
Sometimes I smile to myself in the sunshine,
and continue walking down the street.
Thinking about all those good times,
those memories of laughter.
Sometimes I dream about the future,
and how it seems so bright.
How it would feel like to spend a lifetime with you,
being with you every step of the way.
Sometimes I wonder if you’re thinking about me,
and how close we once were.
At what we are doing, how we are,
how we are coping, whether we are smiling.
Sometimes I look around me, at things learnt,
and I am eternally thankful.
For my family, friends and life,
it has been good to me, even through the storms.
Sometimes I ponder over the present,
and ask myself if it would be the same if I stayed behind.
If you would have given us another chance,
so I could feel the way I used to when you called my name.
Sometimes I am curious to know,
what would happen if you saw right through me.
Would you be amazed at how you’ve been deceived?
The mask I wear, will it frighten you?