Fault Lines

The first thing we had in common

Was, ironically, heartbreak

Maybe I was your rebound,

Or maybe you were mine,

We were bound to end in heartbreak
Predestined to fall apart

In the end we're all fault lines;
If only I'd remembered at the start.

The culprit of all heartbreaks is wishful thinking

And for so long I had wished

That you felt the same way about me

But just because you wish for something

It doesn’t mean your wish comes true

It just means that wishbones break

Just as easily as the human heart;
And sometimes pain is needed for art.

It’s my fault for falling in love with you.

Attachments (or alternatively, Paper People)

People always say

Don’t get too attached

The price of heartbreak is costly,

To be frugal is to be invulnerable.

“Don’t get too attached,”

As if attachments are mere paper

And you and I are mere paper people

With fragile paper hearts.

I will give every inch

Of this pathetic paper heart to you

Despite your paper shredding fingertips,
Violence can be disguised with delicacy.

“You get attached too easily,”

Perhaps you should know that

Paper attachments are never permanent

The only permanence is the pain of detachment.

I will give myself entirely,

Slit my arms that bleed blood

That runs with nothing but love for you

Nothing more than a paper cut to my paper heart.

“If they’re worth it, they’ll come back,”

But if no one comes back,

Does that mean I’m not worth it?

Perhaps I am but a mere paper person.

The thing about paper people

Despite being fragile and pathetic

Is that they are all attached to one another

Precisely because paper gets attached easily.

“I will always forgive,

because I’m afraid they won’t come back,”

After all, if there is something a paper person lacks,

It’s reassurance to all their constant anxiety attacks.

It’s easy to attach paper

Even easier to attach a paper heart

Promise me that if I get attached

Spare me the apology for tearing my heart apart. 

Treacherous

There once was a girl

Who stitched her heart upon her sleeve,

Only to have it ripped apart at the seams

For betrayal hurts much more than you believe.

There once was a girl

Who was always taken for granted,

Try as she might her naivety

Blinded her from the lies she thought were enchanted.

There once was a girl

Who saw the world in his compelling eyes,

Enamoured by his charms

For him her happiness she willingly compromised.

There once was a girl

Who trusted a boy like no other,

Oblivious to his wickedness

She fell for his lies one after another.

There once was a girl

Who believed a boy when he said,

"You're one in a million,"

Perhaps she had let it all go to her head.

There once was a boy

Who knew how best to toy

With the hearts of girls

So easy to destroy.

There once was a boy

Who sequined sugar sweet lies

And armored his heart indifferent to the cries

Of all the girls whose hearts he had desensitized.

There was once a girl

Who swore she loved the boy

Who swore he would never hurt her

How could such treachery occur?

You see treachery as a tragedy

She sees it as clarity

To the lies that were once her reality
That his love for her was cruel in actuality.

Toxic

Shot I:

He wishes to forget the moment he first met her

He wishes he couldn’t remember the colour of her eyes.

Shot II:

The tequila stings his throat and burns his lungs

But nothing hurts quite as bad as losing her.

Shot III:

The tequila tasted like acid,

But not quite as corrosive as the taste of regret on his tongue.

Shot IV:

He wonders how many shots he has left to take

Before it’s acceptable to send her a text saying, “I miss you.”

Shot V:

He knows he should take it easy on the shots

But he never listened to himself, not when it came to her.

Shot VI:

She was both harmless and dangerous,

The perfect mix of intoxication.

Shot VII:

He begins to feel sick, nauseous,

Like the moment he realized she was doing him more harm than good.

Shot VIII:

He feels the urge to puke

He wants to puke every thought of her out of his system.

Shot IX:

The restroom reeks of piss and alcohol,

But he could have sworn he was breathing in the scent of her sickening-sweet perfume.

Shot X:

He hurls the remnants of his dinner

And his distorted memories of her down the toilet-bowl.

Shot XI:

The tequila tasted nothing like

The sweet, enticing lies of happily ever after she had promised him.

Shot XII:

Maybe he was addicted to her

Or maybe he was addicted to her lies, he couldn’t tell which was more toxic.

Shot XIII:

He wishes he couldn't remember the moment he first met her

He wishes to forget the colour of her eyes.

Shot XIV:

Fourteen shots

And yet he still stops short at the thought of her.

Static

if humans were measured with amperes,

you’d be a live wire,

humming with life,

burning fervently;

as if electricity courses through your veins

and bleeds from your heart;

you are a palpitation,

you are very much alive.

i wish i was more like you.

you and i,

we were parallel opposites,

but we were a series circuit,

two resistors burning with shared ferocity,

two people living with shared trust,

holding and looking out for each other,

you always had my back

and i had yours;

there was no me without you.

but just like how electric currents short-circuit,

our friendship was short-lived.

and now all that’s left between us 

is static silence.

but i need to understand,

how were two strangers once best friends?

when did all our trust wear thin? 

if we weren’t meant to be friends,

why’d we ever begin? 

What Are We Again?

things i have to say to you:

1. why didn’t you tell me about her?
2. i thought we were best friends
3. don’t best friends tell each other everything?
4. but you do have a right not to tell me though
5. although i wished you had.
6. maybe we weren’t best friends then.
7. or maybe i wasn’t your best friend.
8. you’re my best friend.
9. i’m not mad at you
10. just a bit let down
11. because you’re the first person i tell about anything
12. good or bad. 
13. i tell you things i’d never tell anyone else
14. because i trust you
15. and for a while 
16. i thought you trusted me too.
17. guess not.
18. and maybe 
19. maybe you trust them more
20. that’s okay.
21. you’re still my person even if i’m not yours
22. why didn't you tell me?
23. i told you everything.
24. i’m not mad
25. i’m heartbroken,
26. not because you didn’t tell me about her
27. god i could care less.
28. i’m heartbroken because you were hurting
29. and i didn’t even notice
30. didn’t even know
31. couldn’t even be there for you
32. do you know how horrible i feel?
33. because even if i’m not your best friend
34. you’re mine,
35. and i want to be there for you
36. no matter what.
37. because isn’t that what best friends are for?
38.  unless
39. we aren’t best friends.

Ever After (or alternatively, You Told Me.)

you told me

that my eyes

were orbs of kindness;

always imploring.

and yet when i begged

you to stay;

you didn’t.

you told me

that my lips

tasted like cherry wine;

sweet and addictive.

and yet when you left,

somehow,

the addiction broke.

you told me

that my voice

was like liquid gold;

soft and slender.

and yet you didn't care

that when you left,

it would shatter.

you told me

that my skin

tingled with electricity;

jolted you alive with every touch.

and yet when you left,

that electricity

burned out.

you told me

that i kissed

like the world 

was about to end.

and yet you didn't care;

that my world would end

when you left.

you told me

that my heart

was bold and strong; 

like titanium.

and yet when you left,

that titanium

collapsed.

you told me

we would be together forever,

our own happily ever after.

and yet you didn't tell me

that you were lying;

because you turned out to be

my complete destruction.