EROS

April 29, 2019

OUR LITTLE WHIRLWIND ROMANCE

Back then I challenged you to a no sleep contest,
thought you'll say no, but you did it with no pretense.
D'you remember the time you used to touch my hair?
Even though I told you not to, but you still dared.

We shared secret glances that others can notice,
they want us to avoid each—ignored this.
The shallow fools see our actions with each other,
telling me all bad things—someone to remember.

You played the guitar once and I played the piano,
we both love books; the secrets that no one can know
from the wild start until the questionable end—
I was asking you to sing but you didn't bend.

Romeo and Juliet's forbidden story
is all that I see with our blinding chemistry.
We teased each other back and forth, both pretentious,
doing things just to get each other's attention.

Then we went to the park, awkward but contented,
scrolling along the path, scared to be rejected.
So you're there just letting me talk, talk, talk and talk—
you just smiled, shook your head, talked a little then walked.

Something changed along the way, emotions got deep,
minds were blown; hearts burned like the country's burning heat.
Telling me you're mad seeing me happy with him—
no more, no less, just ignore what you are feeling.

You ignored me in the office like I was air,
thinking all the things I've done while standing right there.
Then at night, you messaged me, leaving me nervous—
saying this might be the last favor between us.

What shocked me the most is the next thing you uttered—
telling me you love me and nothing else mattered.
We talked about the truth of you and our feelings,
and the difference against what they are seeing.

Messages, audio, and video calls aren't enough,
after spending time together, we're bound and cuffed.
Eating outside, grocery, buying silly things,
strolling along the park, watching the playing kids.

An earthquake happened, remember it was epic.
Me saving others while you're searching for me,
but you didn't know I was looking for you too—
I felt somehow vulnerable once I saw you.

You're the type of person who loves candid moments
like when you introduced yourself to my parents.
Nervous but deep down was feeling very lucky
because you're there proving you're serious and happy.

Intermediate, alcoholic beverages,
sweet, cheesy against your bitter preferences,
the most loved and most hated had synced together—
fans were screaming either with disgust or laughter.

Tumbler, telephone, computer, and secret notes;
songs to sing, ideas to share and love to coat;
panic attacks, illness, lates, and missed attendance—
did I miss something there, anything, like a chance?