Bubblegum Love

There was this boy
There was this girl
And everyday he would give her strawberry bubblegum
For she loved its sweetness
And he loved how it sweetened her breath
With that their love grew
It started out small
But it became bigger with each breath
And they were very happy in their own little bubble
As it took them up, up and up
Till they could no longer see the ground
But after a while they became too heavy
Weighing down their buoyancy
Until it finally burst
And all that was left was a faint scent of strawberry in the air

In My Own Way

Just because I don’t love you the way you want me to
Doesn’t mean I don’t love you
I don’t make breakfast for you every morning
Or call you everyday
Or surprise you with flowers
I don’t always say things you want to hear
But sometimes tell you things you don’t want to know
I don’t always put a smile on your face
Or like the same movies as you do
Or laugh at your jokes
Or always pick up the phone
And it's not because I don't want to
Or can't do it
I do want to
But in my own way

I Love You Too

There is just so much I have to tell you.
A lot has happened and I am not sure where to start.
It has been so long since I have talked to you.
I have all sorts of stories to tell you.
Tales that have made me cringe, giggle, laugh, angry, happy, regret, reminiscence, sigh in relief, struggle…
And I know which ones will win your approval,
And on which ones we will have our differences.
But I know that you will listen to me and understand me.
And at the end of it, you won’t condemn me and love me less but more.
Much more than I deserve.
Much more than I can imagine.
More than I ever was and ever will be.

Back To You

Something always brings me back to you
It never takes long
It could be a small sigh
Or a big laughter from the guts
It could be a word
or a just a photo
It could be a person
or an old, crumbled paper
It could be anything
And everything
Sometimes it's really fast
And sometimes it takes longer
But something will always bring me back to you

A Love Poem

My heart is rumbling really loudly.
I’m not feeling hungry for your love.
I’m still digesting my last one.

Recycled Love Songs

What used to be their love story in chords
Became ours
In tune and out of tune
It was ours
Our little inside joke
Our hints
Our secrets
Hidden dreams
Open declarations
It was ours to our forever
But the song came to an end
So, we pass it on
What was once ours
Now becomes yours
Until it must be passed on

Fluff, the Sleeping Dragon!

I see a dragon
A nice one
Not the scary ones
Like the Norwegian Ridgeback
Or the Hungarian Horntail
But a fluffy one
But you know what they say
“Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus”
So I will just let it sleep

A little permanent reminder

Like a new-born baby
I came out
Screaming
Struggling
Bloody and raw
Angry for being taken out
Confused without that familiar heartbeat
Scared with the new surroundings
Then it was cut
The umbilical cord
Severing all ties
Destroying all memories
Creating a lacuna
Leaving me with nothing
Except a scar
A little permanent reminder
That you were once the centre of my world