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Evanescent

I Wish You Love.

From time to time, I lurk around your social media pages for updates on what you’re up to. While I might have been removed from your personal pages, your artist page is still accessible to the public eye.

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The Busker.

He aims to be inconspicuous
Nondescript
Blending into the background
The white noise
Amidst the incessant buzz and chatter
Murmurs of the crowd

Continue reading “The Busker.”

Hypothetical.

I would have loved to know
how it’s like to kiss you

Would it be tender?
Would it be gentle?
Would your hands explore
the terrain of my back or
Would your fingertips caress the tiny hairs
on the nape of my neck?

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Just Because.

Just because
my hair isn’t long
doesn’t mean that I’m
any less of a girl

I wear my hair short
to feel your breath 
tickle my bare skin when
you’re right behind me

Continue reading “Just Because.”

Relapse.

Mending a broken heart is an arduous task.

Unlike a physical wound, readily visible to all and sundry, where its recovery is tangible – and therefore trackable –

One can never be completely certain of the extent one’s heart has healed.

Some days are better than others – you get distracted by immediately pressing obligations at work; you hear your own laughter whilst immersed in the company of friends – it’s genuine, authentic; your interest is piqued slightly when an attractive chap says hi, and you even flirt a little

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Do You Know?

That even though it’s been months
You’re the last person I think of
Before slumber
And the first that occupies my mind
When I wake

I search for you within the crowds
The sea of people
I see you everywhere
And yet
You’re nowhere to be found

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Blocked.

You promised that you wouldn’t burn this bridge.

And I believed it.

For, despite the fact that you’d tweaked your social media settings such that I could hardly see anything on your profile, we were still friends on record. And that crucial Reaction to the video of my original song – yes, that one about you – how you chose to respond with the sobbing emoji instead of all the other possible Reactions. I’d considered that an acknowledgement of our predicament, and that if you could tell me how you felt in words, it would probably be something like this:-

I’ve heard it; it’s beautiful. I’m upset too. I am so sorry.” Continue reading “Blocked.”

Unexpected.

They say that the best things happen when you least expect it.

Countless times I’ve contemplated this statement, and I always firmly believed that it was applicable to that most recent moment I found myself in.

Until you came along, and changed everything.

We were supposed to have have hit it off as fellow musicians / performers, two people who were involved in different aspects of the performing arts – a cappella for me, and busking for you. I’d envisioned us sharing performance pointers, and perhaps cheering each other on at our respective gigs, the way artists show support to their peers.

But no.

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Music & Lyrics.

If i can walk into your life and somehow convince you to pay a little bit more attention to lyrics, my work is done.

You were always amused at how I hardly paid attention to song lyrics, but was (in your opinion) overly caught up in the groove of the music. You, on the other hand, inhaled and reveled in the complexities and depth of the lyrics, often drawing my attention to the stanzas which tugged at your heartstrings the most.

You’re such an English Literature student.

Continue reading “Music & Lyrics.”

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