-x = y

 

it took my whole love

and millions of wasted words,

to realize that

i had built my home

in your world

so when i left

my home was still there

i was homeless

so now,

i'm taking back

what was mine

in the first place

                                                                                    - you lost me -

x = -y

 

swing,

swing my dreams in your nights

ring,

ring the same bell in sight

sing,

sing with all my might

cling,

cling to your fright

i want to write off that delight

when x+y = 0

 

let's end everything here

i'm just tired of begging

i don't feel like solving 

you anymore

it's too exhausting

let all those unsaid hopes

float around then go 

let's just stop

when we can still do so

x ÷ y

 

that sealed box 

with the fading memories

seemed to have tried to

get more blurry

it got so ugly

that it took me

hours of hours

to even notice

that many pieces 

of 'me' were indeed there,

gazing at you with the silent care

∞

∞

i'm not your backup plan 

oh, no, i'm definitely not

so, let's put everything

in that huge empty box

leave it there

for i'll see it nowhere

x ＜ y

when the sunlight

was slowly burning my sight

but you were smiling 

at the whispering trees

it felt like

i got cut

by a sharp edge

of a rock, not a knife

it bled

like no other scar

if x = 0

even if you sweep me

under the carpet

layers and layers 

will still be there

it's alright to think that you

will get me through

it's enough to feel that you

will see me through

 

x = y

 

i love to see myself 

being reflected in your eyes

the me from your view

is portrayed so good

the me scattered in your wishes

is the me from thousand of pieces

that are glued together

to own your embrace

√x

 

i tried my best

to dance with your heart

to sing with your eyes

to write with your kindness

but the noise was all i got

despite the emptiness

y²

you have always been 'my almost'

you were

you are

and you will always be

nothing more

nothing less

: a succinct existence

(x+y)²

 

the idea of having a relationship with your mind,

with the way you see this world,

is too enticing.

not even with your longing.

so, how would it feel

to be able to dig deeply into it,

without the need to end it?

name your soul

and I'll name mine.

x²

 

the urge to touch

the depth of your universe

lingered on the tip of my fingers

would you let me

name it

with my utmost glee?

how I wanted to embrace

that evening breeze

x-2

 

that one touch you did

has effortlessly 

pressed the 'red' button

in me

when even my own hope

was still hiding in the shadow

-x

cut my words alive

crush them with obscure vanities

as the form of fickleness

floated above my head

full of insecurity

well-hidden under the bed

x+y

 

may I crack your memories

about us a little?

I'd love to put something

in the middle

something bluer

something truer

give some space 

in your eyes

for me to replace

all those goodbyes

x-y

 

longing for you

feels like taking out the white

from the gray

leaving only the black part

it pricks the heart

y - x

the inexplicable sense of beauty

left by the timid wind

was like my urge to retrace

your heart,

or to frame your mind.

locking them 

in the utmost part

of the night.

                                                                   - being buried in your words -

 

y

never have I thought

that I'd yearn for 

the disappearing back of yours

the frame of an orange evening

the sound of our tiny steps 

and the lingering scent

also, the smell of rain

do they all still remain ?

x

my garden of words: 

my unsaid words

just let those words fall 

like the fallen leaves 

in the evening of spring

let them fall, but live