Mother

My mother taught me a lot of things

But she never taught me how to love myself

Sugar and salt

I realize now
That what I miss
Isn't you

It's how happy I was
During the short time
I knew you

Maybe it is you
But people, I've learned,
Are replaceable

Emotions
Are a different story
Entirely

After all
There are substitutes for sugar
When I make a cup of tea

But no ingredient in this world
Can match what salt does
To a curry

Fear

Sometimes
I'm consumed by this fear
Rooted in the pain you caused
And the love I still feel for you.

February 14

Yesterday

When I was surrounded by love
That belonged to other people
And was filled with none
Myself

I didn't miss you one bit

And it scared me
Just a little too much

Bad guy

And when it came down to it
I couldn't cut off that final string
Connecting you to me
I had the scissors in my hand
I wanted to get rid of you completely
But I just couldn't
And it wasn't because I wanted you
It wasn't because I cared about you

I'm just too tired of always being the bad guy
Paying for crimes I never committed
Doing the dirty work because no one else wants to

So pick up those scissors
Cut all ties between us
Do this one thing for me
I'm begging you

Wind

Do you know what it is like

To have your heart broken into such tiny pieces

That you are afraid to move

In case you stir the sleeping air around you

And the pieces of your heart

Get blown away

Leaving you forever incomplete

Forever broken-hearted

What did you do?

What did you do to me boy
To make me write so much for you
Even when it's been so long
Since anything happened between us
For anyone to know for whom I write
And it's been so long that
I should be forgetting
Your voice, your face
Everything
Everything
But you did something to me boy
And now I can't forget
Even when I want to