覺、醒

回到了遇見你的春天。
在夢裏也能嗅得出那熟悉的味道，
雖然是古龍水混合了菸，
卻也是在你身上我最愛的香氣。

你把我擁入懷裏，雙臂牢牢抓住。
你說這是你能給我的温柔，
我卻感受到身體每個角落快要粉碎。

然後我推開了你，

或許這是最適合我們的距離。

能夠在夢裏重遇是緣份，
就像偶然把被埋藏多年的遺憾挖掘出來，
再次品嚐心碎，
提醒自己真正的愛情是疼痛的。

Vanilla Sky

1.
A sugarcoated reality under the vanilla sky:
when the sun sets and the night falls,
the eyes of the city will see through your lies.

2.
We sleep when the dark sneaks through
because we are most alive in dreams
and dreams always speak the truth.

Teenage Runaway

You say you’d hate it if we become strangers,
so I’ll put this down as a note for as long as our memories still linger.

I remember everything about us, from our first date
while I was peeling shrimp and got the shells all over my plate,
to when you walked me home until we reached my gate.
I remember how you made fun of me because I was always late,
and how I joked about terminal cancer and the stuff that you hate.
I can still recall the pet peeves that annoy you my dear,
like rubbing my eyes, or just placing my fingers near;
the sound, of scrubbing a sheet of paper, that you hear,
and when you see me not holding my cup by its ear.

Funny how I can remember many things but it is still true
that I forget everything else when I am with you –
everyone else becomes out of mind and out of view.
There is absolutely no name to how I feel
but I know we were happy, and it was real.

When I take a trip down Memory Lane,
it kills me every time and it drives me insane.
All these little things show me how easy it is to be given all up,
and make me wonder why love is never enough.

If life was a movie, we could have been a teenage-runaway,
elope to Alaska, Poland, Hawaii, or to Buzzards Bay,
but you are someone I regret setting loose on a runway
on a plane back to a place that is half a globe away.
There are unsaid things that I wish to turn back time to say,
like how you are neither my shelter nor my getaway,
because you are so much more than these, tu eres mi rey.

Kennedy in August

Kennedy in August, under the
sun that is falling
behind a vast green:
I watch, as every second goes by,
the clouds swim
in an ocean of their very own.
A bird, from a field of emeralds,
flaps into a stroke of shy amber
hidden between two mountains,
like a tiny spark of wild fire.
The flame burns through the white veil,
and tints its surroundings
with different shades of gold.

I was taught to write
with a purpose, a moral,
or at least a message - but today,
there is no message that I want
to convey, while I am sitting in awe,
on the Friday concrete I am seemingly melting into,
staring at such a beautiful reality that
I have never noticed before -
the same view from my balcony,
the same heat in Summer,
the same mountains and sky.
Only, I am now a house of gratitude
and a million moments of joy.

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Innocent Smile

You look like poetry
and taste like Peruvian sunshine.
Mother taught me to never fall in love with guys
unless his smile reaches his eyes.
But I was never taught what to do and how
to feel when I see the corners of your lips lift
so high up into the clouds.
It takes me to Heaven and it gives me Hell.
It has been the greatest gift,
but it has been
my greatest sorrow
to have let you go.

Life is not always about winning
and losing,
but I lost myself in your eyes
each time you smiled.
You are the closest thing to an angel -
if only you had wings.

For all my life, I had thought that
I could write better than anyone
could ever feel it, until
the moment
your nose twitched when you were smiling.
It leaves me
with a swirl in my stomach,
it leaves me

with a pain in my chest,
and it leaves me
with no words to describe
how much I want you
to stay in my life.

This is the first time ever I have felt them all at once -
the joy, the agony,

the magic, the bliss,
the desperation, the felicity -
baby that's what you do to me.