Epistles for my thorned metaphors

the cheerleader

i remember you. i remember you when you said you'd catch me if i fall. i remember you when  said you're willing to be my backspot and base. i remember you wiping my sweats after the practice and tears after the fight with my parents. with those deep ocean eyes like the circassian sea, i remember how it use to look at me with love. i remember you placing your hands on mine acter my reckless stunt. i remember you talking back after they insulted me. i remember you giving me your basketball jersey. i remember the sound of your footsteps. i remember how you willingly join me cry.

do you remember me?

i know you will. by seeing the remains of hurricanes, you'll remember the wreck girl you embraced. by seeing the deluge, you'll remember my flooding tears and how i love to join the dancing rain. by seeing the skyline, you'll remember how me and you first met. by seeing the sea, you'll remember how i wished to be drown. by seeing someone lifted in the air, you'll remember how i fly with my clipped wings. by seeing the paintings, you'll remember how i painted you. by reading poetries, you'll remember the masterpieces i wrote after the wreckage of my heart. by seeing the backflips and crazy stunts of cheerleaders, you'll remember how pain you bestow after catching a different girl, when i was there watching your worried face, injured.

by seeing those pom-poms, cheerleaders outfits, pigtail styles, sweet smiles, red lipstick, lollies, backlips, tumblings, basket toss, you'll remember the severely damaged girl.