Secrets and Lies

We carry secrets all our life.We are secretive about what we adore, who we love, what we really like, what turns us on, what we wish for, and what we hate. We are so caught up in our secretive worlds in our minds and we are cowards. Cowards, because we won't say it, we never will. And then we wonder why doesn't anyone truly know us? And why are we lonely? We lie to ourselves about being happy, when we are not. We pretend to show life is in control, and it isn't. We are afraid to be real and vulnerable. We are cowards. 

Bokeh

Black and white, bokeh.

You are what I love to see.

In this world that lacks lustre.

You are what I wish to see.

A classic touch.

A little blurred.

Nothing straight or true. 

Captured but slightly off,

A twist.

You. 

How's your heart?

 We all want to be heard. 

We want someone to ask how we are.

We get tired of being the one staying in touch.

Constantly keeping up. 

We want to be paid attention to.

We want someone to say how important we are.

That's not asking for much. 

And it's not very hard. 

Just someone to look at us and say, 

"How's your heart?"

Pomegranate

"Why do I remind you of a pomegranate? Tell me again..."

"I told you yesterday. Now you're just wanting compliments"

"Does it matter if I am?! Go on, tell me"

"Your fingernails painted red are like pomegranate arils. Your nose pin is a shiny ruby. Your skin is smooth, I love to touch it. Your lips are a lustrous red and I drink the nectar from them, tart and sweet...enough?"

"More, drink me more"

Pathjhad

Arm in arm, we walked on the path. 

You looked ahead, while I looked down. 

You asked me what I was doing and I told you, that I was being careful not to step on Autumn leaves. 

You asked why, and I said that each leaf was a living thing, giving so much of itself, and now it's come to the end of its life. Now, it lies, still in beauty, at our feet. The last thing we should do is step on it. 

You shook your head and told me I think too much. 

I shook my head and told you to watch your step. 

I don't miss...

 "Do you miss me?" 

"I don't miss anyone anymore".

"Why?"

"Because, whoever I loved, I did with my soul and they left. They didn't miss me. 

So I do not miss anyone. 

...Anymore".

Warm feelings

 He's in my thoughts and I'm in his.

And that's all that matters. 

Comfortable in our little world of warm feelings. 

Nothing else matters.