to the man i once loved: a poetry

• Found •

finding you took turns and twists
churned with pulses' dying breaths.
burnt like reddish, tanned and draped,
smokin' to feel the living beats.

if fate knew no dice and chips,
we're but friends on lying links--
and somehow, hurting meant
but laughing like children
of thoughtless whims.

if fate did entice no one--
the part of breaking
lived like dates--unwaited
and sang like a chant
during the spree of fanning hums--
and we'd been better be

more of strangers--
singing melodies we'd never learnt.
if fate knew no maze and keys--
no doors had been opened
and surely we never seen the door
and the room just for the two of us--
we--never the talking...

if fate knew no turns and twists,
we had surely stayed the same--
we won't be loving 'til the world's end frame.