From The Sea Line
A conversation
I would tell you
how much I love my curls and how much I love my cropped hair.
I would tell you how I can spend a whole day
sitting in a single place not being jaded at all.
Painstakingly I would describe to you the boredom that engulf me in presence of people.
I would talk about that bumpy road I have crossed
only to figure out I am designed to live alone.
I would tell you that life is a grueling event
I pay enough tax to buy my peace.
And, here I can romanticize me dying beside a foe I once loved.
Would not leaving this hell be a romantic journey?
I can tune the same song for thousand time on repeat
and, never listen to that ever.
I can serve death in your love.
But your one fang would make me erase you
as if you existed never.
Yet, once in a year, how I yearn for someone to love and to be loved —
I would tell that to you too.
