Let’s just pretend like I was never gone. Let’s pretend like I’ve been posting invisible stuff since the last year ended. Or let’s just say that I didn’t want to write anymore.
It’s been a weird year folks. From switching countries to switching lifestyles, a lot has happened. It’s too much to be summarized in one single post. WordPress will probably sue me.
Safe to say I missed you all though. A lot.
How about we kick things off with a poem about love? Well…. not exactly, but hey, keep reading to find out.
Eighty Three Dollars
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
I cannot say that
For if I do,
She will surely see
There’s no apology
There’s no plea.
“It’s just not working anymore.”
Too broad, too vague
She will laugh at my face
And my face?
Will be colourless,
Just like the average-ish décor
And the colour of the kitchen floor.
“Hold up, what did Sheila say?
A man who can break up with her?
THERE SHOULD BE NO DELAY”
“Hello, is this the break-up man?
Yes, yes, I agree to everything.
How much do I have to pay?”
“For dollars eighty-three,
I will take your weight
And set you free, with the key
of your life, locked away in your pocket
What do you say?”
“Amazing. You are like a blessing
In these dire times, but I noticed.
I must be really glad, since I am writing
In ecstatic rhymes, and not blank verse.
Is it happening? Am I, the guy in pain
and sorrow, becoming free of the morbid curse?”
“I hope so, for that’s what I’m known for
But tell me, a few things, for instance
the best parts of her, the ones you like
So, I can mutilate them and put them on a pike
And say, “Is this what you are worth?
Is this why you walk the earth?”
So she can cry, and she can realize
Where she went wrong. “Maybe it’s my eyes,
or my thighs, or maybe it’s the fact
That I never appreciated his neckties.”
“But she has amazing eyes, you know?
the kind which mesmerize, and more than once
I have stared into them, for what felt like,
an eternity, a whole year of my life.
I have stared into them, when we kissed
No, most definitely, eyes are off the list”
“Very well, but she is evil, right?
Is she selfish, or is she the kind of person
Who would kill you out of smite?”
“That is rubbish, she is an angel,
for she cares, and she cares with motive none
I have been sick, I had my rough times
I have been angry, complaining about my eggs
“HONEY, THEY’RE OVERDONE”,
but she never quit on me, and I respect that.
That one day, when she saw a robin on the ground
Left wing clipped, probably by an animal wild
She cared for the bird, as if it were her own child.
It’s almost like she feels for everything, and everyone
Wait, is this why I think the sparks are dying?
Is this why I think she keeps lying, when she
on the other hand, makes every being happy, and I
think she does not love me anymore, when in fact
she loves all there is. What a fool I am!”
“Once more, I have failed at my job
And yet, won at the same
See, it’s easy. It’s like a game.
It’s hard to admit, it’s simpler to blame.
You are insecure no more; you’ve been set free
And don’t forget,
I’ll be waiting for my check of dollars eighty-three”
I promise I’m here to stay.