GOODBYE, MY LOVE. HELLO, MY FRIEND.

Let us weave the special bond of camaraderie
With the beautiful threads of our memories.
A preordained future;  you in my life, me in yours?
A tittle at the corner of your heart, tiny yet unchanging.
For I’ll let you be my favourite star,
Smiling in remembrance, I’ll adore you from afar.
You’ll be the one twinkling from that constant spot of yours,
When heart feels somber, I’ll know where to look.
You matter now, ‘cause you mattered once.
You’ll matter always, ‘cause you mattered first.
But above all, you matter because…
You shined so bright, illuminated my heart, taught me how to love.
And, oh, how spectacularly my world has changed since!
So I’ll let you be my favourite chapter,
One I love to revisit and revise.
Overwhelming my spirit with nostalgia, without the hue of melancholy anymore
Never feel powerless, the entire sky was created for you.
I’ll be there, always, whether you feel lonely or heavy-hearted.
Like a friend, a wall. Even a warrior princess, really.
For now you are my favourite star.
Smiling in remembrance, oh how I adore you from afar.

TO LET IT GO

It is melancholic how hilarious the tricks of heart are,
It feels wounded, splintered, wrecked.
And one fine day, it just lets it go.
The darkness and light alternate in the vaults of heaven,
But perpetual night resides at your core.
And then one fine day, you just let it go.
Remorse dries away like the tears on your cheeks.
Love fizzles away, trace of it remaining like a shadow…
Omnipresent, but ever so naturally unnoticed.
Tragedy, after all, is comedy of a kind.
For how humorously mournful heart’s pain truly is…
If one fine day, it just lets it go.

SWEET HEARTACHE

There is a sanguine elegance in the inevitability of heartache,
A jovial melancholy in me falling without expecting you to catch.
My heart feels sturdier, affections seem immaculate,
Somehow not tainted by the impending sorrow.
Perhaps this was what I’d been waiting for all along,
My soul yearned to be taught how to love, and now it knew.
It is twisted how I want my heart’s wishes to be denied.
For love fizzles away, the pang of heartbreak stays. Always.
And I want your memory to reside in the sublime garden of nostalgia.
So I shall hold on to you…
by letting you go.

SELFISH

Need you, I don’t.
My essence emanates from the sparkle within,
I depend no more on the borrowed smidgens of joy.
For my soul, not yours, defines me.
Every iota of my identity? Mine.

Want you, I don’t.
For my heart has bled enough,
Let me cease the agony,
Not that I can’t take anymore, but ‘cause I choose not to.
The discretion to hold on or let go? Mine.

Love you, I don’t. Anymore.
For in loving you I somehow loved myself less,
This heart of mine, ever so benign to me, let me favour it now.
It has been a saint for too long, let it sin just this once, let me be selfish just this once.
The heartbeats that define my existence? Mine.