Asymptotes

We asked each other’s number

Not the ones we save on the phone

We even asked who was the best kisser

What lines we use to hit on

I wonder how you can be so casual about it

As we light both our fourth sticks

It’s effortless how we both click

 

While they’re all noisy, drinking inside

We stayed out sharing a cigarette

You talk to me about her, I talk to you about you

Do you have a clue I’m waiting inside?

Bit by bit, I grow serious about you

But our feelings aren’t even parallel

We’re hopelessly asymptotic

 

I can’t concentrate on my lies

I want you to find out through my eyes

I keep on hinting my feels, but you keep missing my hints

Do you have a clue I’m waiting inside?

Bit by bit, I grow serious about you

But our feelings aren’t even parallel

We’re hopelessly asymptotic

 

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COMFORT ZONE

You have been my comfort zone for a long time. It wasn’t easy to muster up the courage to finally step out. The outside is going to be scary, but I’m going to take a leap of faith. A leap of faith. The woods are scary and I will get lost once in a while, but soon I will find the light coming from the clearing. The bruises I obtained from the bushes and branches will soon heal by then.

Spark of Life

SPARK OF LIFE
by Irish Wendy
(based from the short film, I’m Here by Spike Jonze)

That sad expression never left his face
Those curious eyes; the curve of his awkward smile
Against his angular features
His counted movements picking up to her pace

Our song, continuously playing in the background
A never-ending loop
Lying down on the grass, leaves falling endless
A dream that lives on

From that moment, I already knew
This love isn’t physical
The spark of life he gave to me
I will hold on to him until his very last—bit

Have You Ever Wanted to Disappear?

Have You Ever Wanted to Disappear?

By: Irish Wendy

 

As the mist settles down

Our hearts race up

You asked me to meet you here at dusk

But I was three hours late

Three hours late because

At the first hour I was completely ready

I’m done combing my hair, done powdering my face

But I didn’t bother to wear pretty clothes

For a not so pretty occasion

I spent the second hour pacing back and forth, to and fro

Battling with myself, battling with my hands not to reach out for the door and face the outside world

I arrived an hour before but I was hiding behind the sycamore tree

I watch you as you brush your hair with your fingers and exhale from a deep breath

I watch you as you raise your wrist to check on your watch

I watch your stance not die and your eyes not lie

The way you tap your feet and occasionally raise your brows

Tell me that you won’t be changing your mind

My fingertips claw on the barks of the tree

As I observe your impatience grow larger than you

For one hour I stood there

Trying to fool myself that

You are still mine, that we are still fine

 

You have NO IDEA how my heart sank when your eyes met the scared pair of mine

Blood rushed down my face as I slowly make my way out of the shadows

At that point in my life I wanted to fade away

My eyes were like ice which melted into tears

You said the words I already knew were coming

In my mind I simultaneously join you in a chorus of heartbreak

I want to run to you and hug you

But my body won’t seem to move

I want to shout your name SO LOUD

That the next planet would hear me

But my mouth won’t seem to open

I wanted to do the craziest stuff at that time

But I just couldn’t do a thing