I asked my friend Jia to give me a topic to write on... and of course, she did a good job of picking something quasi-uncomfortable for me, whether she meant to or not. Nevertheless, I guess the result is at least interesting. My mind is still somewhat split between a negative outlook on these things and some sort of residual hopefulness and whimsy. It was only fair to write two poems:
1. The depressing one - Not so pretty
You say, "It's friday, I'm in love"
I say, tomorrow, I'll see you tomorrow.Scribbled drawings in that notebook you gave me
'single petal flowers called never-he-loves-me-not'And the poetry that once flowed through my soul
somehow became just a faint whisper in my mindThese days, there is no romance in my inspiration
the spring in my step is not a rebound of loveI once believed in riding comets
And then I learned they were made of iceI remember when one day
I dreamed of diamond skies
and honey eyesNow I've grown up
and my childlike-love has
found its place among other memoriesShackles like marriage? Sorry, you must be joking
I can't even commit to flirting.2. The upbeat one - Echos of old times
I don't really know you all that well
But I know your smileI don't know if we'll get along
But your eyes won't let go of mineAnd I spiral down,
something says I'm falling
but I float on, held by a dreamHearts tied like shoestrings
Legs tied like pretzels
Hands wrapped, doubts snappedI think that my words can paint pictures
but your lips bring poetry in motionLeft feeling like a foolish boy
in the arms of a lovely girlBut all of this is fantasy,
because I'm still struggling with "Hello"
