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defining the classic closet is farther than it takes
i'm rather a somber suit with full baggages in stake
nobody dared to question
no hint was there to inquire
all i had was mere intuition
from his and hers like fire

for once in a while, my lips weaved both the seas
your pale blue bags looked intricately stale
you tottered your way like you tottered my gaze
i admire you dear tom, your charm never fades

i was excited at my best, i wasn't so now
my internal grin's then's just a similar frown
if it came from a pebble's mouth
i could've handled it with ease
but it was you who sat down
and uttered them piece by piece

or maybe on some masochistic way, i kind of find this so exciting
equip a fork upon a soup of love
that i may free this mind like a memorial dove

i smiled and nod
"alright, tomorrow 5, i'll ride her home"
your eyes grew numb, and i don't know why
but whatever it is, do your best to smile
it was sophomore times when i saw you last cried
'twas then that my heart felt cursing to die

ines and iris, both "i"s without you
a man's love feels peculiar
something i've always sought on through
the waiter asked me weird things
and i cannot answer nor pry
all i know is no matter how much i deny this
you're all up inside my mind

"you're just another boy"
"you shouldn't be that hard to find"
but why do i keep longing for you
even through my flashy nights
i have to continue this absurdity, no matter much the cost
i have to get over you, before my mind gets lost

four crooked corners, i was eager in vain
'twas currently 10, with the pouring rain
she clasped her purse and stood and stared
"i'm done, i've had enough"
while she's pacing through each chair
i halted her right before the grey chime
"why then? why here? why now?"
"my intentions weren't pure"
"i used you to my advantage"
the plan went crude— all collapsing down
she left with no remorse nor a trail of doubt
my long awaited mission on a puff of cloud

the barista and i were the only ones alive
my mind is drunk and my soul feels high
"how then am i supposed to damn him out of my mind?"
"do i pulverize my skull until blood oozes out to your neat porcelain tiles?"
the door was charged even before ross could speak
the girl who left looks like a panting wet chick
she hovered her way and clenched on my wrist
"he loves you"
"tom loves you"
my mind crackled soar, my tips felt so light
my stomach tumbled for more than ten thousand times
"i'm sorry, i- i just had to"
before she could speak, another this another that
i asked her, "where is he?"
"he's leaving now, for sure"
"what? i don't understand"
"give me his address!"
my body's still, while my vision danced
i got what i needed
grabbed the keys and go
i'm coming for you tobias
please don't let go

the running lights turned blue, then red, then purple
it's already 5 years, i still couldn't decipher
how i didn't saw the signs
how you could've been my lover
if i wasn't so blind
we both didn't have to shackle and suffer

i am coming for you, malachi
just few meters left
this won't take too long
so don't take another step
give me this last chance
my life's an ace on your deck
i'd bet my soul for this, my lover
i'd give up my nape and my neck

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