Fairy Tale (to H.)

ahermin @DeviantArt

You're taught

that you'll know

when you meet him. 

And do not doubt

that it will happen; 

Fate works in mysterious ways. 

It may not be love at first sight. 

You may find him boring, 

plain, not that smart.

But alcohol will also work its ways

and you'll find yourself drawn to him

to his voice, to his yourness. 

He did not come by horse

and has a hard time finding his car

but you suspect that may be him. 

And if you're still not sure, 

Fate will slap you in the heart

with a random meeting in a busy street.

So you give in to Fate

and say: "Fate, here I am,

do with me as you please."

I was lost, and now I'm found

I was sad, and now am happy

I was me, and now I'm nothing."

And Fate smiles, and holds your hand,

Caresses your hair and whispers in your ear:

"How could you ever doubt me?

Were you not taught

that you would know

when you met him?

Here he is

Ripe for the picking,

The man that will break your heart."

SG, 12.7.14, London

The Birds and the Bees

Villasukka @DeviantArt

Some say

I am old enough to know better

And should not follow the first bird song

Into the river of tears.

I say,

Fuck you.

I don't care for birds, neither for their songs

Because I've learned to whistle for myself.

Some say,

It was about time to get myself a bird

Put him in a cage, be a proud bird owner,

Do what other girls my age do.

I say,

No way.

I spread my wings onto my freedom

My flock flies with me, and no cage can stop us.

Some say,

Metaphors are poetry's beauty

Never say what you feel,

And the world will remember you.

I say,

Too late.

I wear my heart in my sleeve

And the birds keep nibbling on it.

SG, London, 7.14

The Bacon of Sorrow

it's not like I like you like you

but I got so used to you being around

talking about nonsense 

into the no sense hours of the morning

(your name flashing into my locked screen

a smile flashing into my locked face) 

it's not like I like you like you

but life with you around looks

a tiny bit brighter

and I find the most interesting random things

that you don't seem to mind hearing about 

and I can see your smile in your typos

it's not like I like you like you

but you're always so random 

when you talk to me

quick to put me out of my feet, 

make me look and think about things 

I would rather let buried somewhere inside me

with a big heavy tombstone on top. 

it's not like I like you like you

and that's why 

I'm not sure 

what kind of emotional hole

is all this cinnamon cake supposed to fill.

LoftheV, 15.4.14, London