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"Separate"
by Meixia Huang
Something like firelight glints off your skin
Smoothing the imperfections, the little scars and freckles.
Branding you at the same time with my name,
A hot-bitter sting of something sweet in essence
But poisonous in bite.
I watch and I protect,
You being the very core of all my devotion,
And still time slips away
Right past my fingertips like always,
And I fear that you will too.
There is something fractured here
That is the imperfect, unfitted piece to the puzzle,
Something jagged that I try to bend
Because I want us to fit together,
But I can’t alter the shape or peel the edges.
Sometimes it feels like I am working for nothing.
Feels like we were something, aren’t anymore,
And it hurts that you still wear my name
Like your heart on your sleeve,
Like usual, like always.
I stand still and listen
To the words that come out of your mouth
And the simple reason that you bring,
Ideas and theories of why things end,
A feeling close to comfort, you say.
I am imperfect, jagged in places once were smooth,
But I can’t fit into it anymore
And neither can you.
So routine is the silent killer, and I should move on,
But I’ll only go if you come along.
by Meixia Huang
Something like firelight glints off your skin
Smoothing the imperfections, the little scars and freckles.
Branding you at the same time with my name,
A hot-bitter sting of something sweet in essence
But poisonous in bite.
I watch and I protect,
You being the very core of all my devotion,
And still time slips away
Right past my fingertips like always,
And I fear that you will too.
There is something fractured here
That is the imperfect, unfitted piece to the puzzle,
Something jagged that I try to bend
Because I want us to fit together,
But I can’t alter the shape or peel the edges.
Sometimes it feels like I am working for nothing.
Feels like we were something, aren’t anymore,
And it hurts that you still wear my name
Like your heart on your sleeve,
Like usual, like always.
I stand still and listen
To the words that come out of your mouth
And the simple reason that you bring,
Ideas and theories of why things end,
A feeling close to comfort, you say.
I am imperfect, jagged in places once were smooth,
But I can’t fit into it anymore
And neither can you.
So routine is the silent killer, and I should move on,
But I’ll only go if you come along.