and he'll wh-wh-whisper secrets
into the vein of your left wrist,
and if you can decipher those
inverted words and broken
lyrics maybe he'll give you
rusks and a sad smile
that leaves your mouth
dry
he'll comb his hair,
crinkling his face in defeat
and tell you: don't be
friends with me.
you'd not answer, silently
gazing at him and wonder:
why this boy will refuse
kindness but pour his heart
to the most intimate part of you
for purchased sweetness.
he'd gingerly take his payment
and cross over the street
to ask a stranger
for starburst candies
and waited till it rains
for the sight of the jar filled
with cosmic gumdrops,
refusing the stranger's umbrella
and whispered to her temple
you'd watch her tired face
slowly turning alight
with wonder and puzzlement
and he'd leave her standing still,
looking as radiant as the first shaft
of sunlight through that rainy afternoon
as he turned to a corner,
he'd glanced at you,
for a second, no more.
and that's when you know.
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well that poem was a little longer than expected. i swear, i really thought it would end at the first stanza. i should've placed this in my poetry blog but meh whenever tried to post anything there, i get all jittery and nervous and writers-blocked like wtf the reason why i made a poetry blog is to have a no-judgement, no-filter environment but i end up not posting anything for weeks oyyy
