Man overboard,
I’ve capsized.
The wind took a change in course
and I just couldn’t fight it.
I hiked out. I tried, I fought the wind with all my might.
Gybe.
Turn around.
The boom swings exceptionally hard.
Knocked me on the head.
Knocked some sense into me.
The sea is perilous.
My heart is weak.
I said to myself that if you don’t reply, I’ll give it up.
But I check my phone every other second to find reasons not to.
Love makes us all do stupid things. If only it came with a manual then I wouldn’t have broken so many boy’s hearts.
Then I would know what to do with you.
You’re like the face of karma, coming back to haunt me.
Reminding me of all the great things boys have done for me, to which in return I stab a knife right through their hearts.
I get what I gave. Karma karma..
Pack up, I’m locking the doors. I’m wrapping my feelings in a dumpling.
I hold a bouquet of roses in my hand, wishing I’d given it to you.
Instead I gave it to the world. To the many others who would take it, devour it and forget about it.
I’m returning into the kitchen, hiding from the crowd.
There I’m safe. There, I indulge in my own tears.
Why is the dumpling crying?
Not because it has too much feelings.
It wishes it had courage. Courage to face the truth,
that it will never be.
You never replied.
For most of my childhood, I spent it hiding underneath my sister’s wooden table.
It was my home within my home.
I promised my teddy bears that one day I’d build a proper home for them,
with pretty furnitures and nice chairs.
Every us would have a nice chair to sit on and we’ll have dinner parties in summertime.
We’ll have our personalised cup with pictures of things we like.
I woke up instantly when my alarm rang the other day. It wasn’t a typical post drunken morning. I woke up wide awake. Almost as though I had never slept, as though I’ve slept through a blink.
During the whole day, I was in a daze. I was trying to piece together the conversations the night before. Can’t remember anything. d wish I did. This 23rd made up for the 18th n 21st I’d spent alone. Can’t be any happier.
Like how having bad luck before a shoot makes the shoot runs smoothly, good and bad balance out. Yin and yang. After all that goodness, somethings are broken. I’ve got to pluck up courage to mend them in my life.
Speaking of broken, my favourite watch had stopped and if anyone knows where I can go to to fix in new battery, I’ll appreciate it. Please let me know specifics cos I’m quite rather dumb..
