You

You and your unfamiliar ways,
making waves,
burning days,
and paving ways.
Away.

It hurts to remember who you were,
what we were
when all that remains is a frayed
thread of what once was.

You say you dont know who i am anymore and all you see are glimpses of a person you knew before.
Let me tell you it hurts too much for me to even think about the person you were because it reminds me yet again of what you are now.

coined in the shower

Tossed sheets,

coffee stains

and hurriedly drawn curtains

that whisper last night's

secrets to passerbyes.

-

Cigarette ash secrets that

carelessly fluttered

away from our crashing, twisting limbs

and perused the contoures

of

your

flesh

on

my

flesh.

-

Secrets that spied

in crevices

we

dented

(un)dented

(in)dented

and

(re)dented

as

we reinvented karma - oh karma

fucking

sutra.

-

Sectrets precariously

perched peeked

as we peeled,

pressed,

pushed,

pumped

and

pleaded.

Pleased.

parched

Haiku for tchu

I cannot mark this

cannot cannot cannot mark

this without coffee.

Amidst marking, freeeeezing my tukhesh underneath the aircon vent,

spilling teh tarik all over my work desk,

sitting in for lessons,

and surfing the net

while listening to beyonce, britney and lady gaga

there is a growing burning in

my gut.

It could just be the sudden enslaught of gastric.

In fact, that probably is what it is.

I.

Hate.

This.

Anticipation.

This.

Incapacity.

This.

Incipidity.

Incipidaciousness?

I.

Hate.

Shit.

I.

Have.

A.

Class.

To.

Teach.

Now.

Mr suave

Words don't drip drip drip

for my heart that goes dup dup dup

when my phone goes beep beep beep

as your heels go click click click