You told me the love story of how your mother and father met. They were young. They loved and left. Three years later they found each other again, somehow, by chance. Love returned. I loved this story. I guess, I thought, if I waited long enough you would come back to me too. We would have that epic love story that was always on the precipice, on the tips of our tongues, in the way you would look at me, in the way I would look at you. But the years passed, in seasons, in ups and downs, as life always does, and we did cross paths, lives, even bodies; I let you into my home, my bed. But you were a visitor and you never quite returned to me. You were older now, ambitious, but still the same to me. I was older now too, you said, all grown up, 25. It’s funny. But in my mind I was still 22, right there where you left, like a child I stood, just waiting for you to come back home.
Laughter is everything in a relationship.
When the clapping stops and the theatre is quiet, isn’t it time to leave?
Ours was a love story told many times before.
How we found each other without looking and how it lasted for as long as it could.
I will always remember that corridor behind that green door in that quaint little city.
How we would both call it home for a year.
At the edge of the deep green sea
There lived a mermaid with auburn hair
Blue eyed, she was beautiful and fair
With a smile that could cut a man in half
And a heart of fire and glass.
each representing five lost loves.
For to fall in love with a human when you are part of the sea was forbidden and rare. There are mermen for that, her father would tell her.
The first human love was soft and kind, but when human lips met mermaid lips, death stole him for his own.
The second was brave and bold, but he had a jealous heart and fought the mermen, hard. It does not do to fall in love with mermaids and the mermen took him soon enough.
The third would bring freshly plucked purple flowers every day and would place them at her green, enchanting tail.
The fourth grew cold and impatient at her mermaid ways and moved away.
The fifth grew obsessed with the ways of the sea and he drowned.
The mermaid never really knew what happened to the third love, but strangely, once a year, she would find a lavender flower by her tail. The mermaid began to dream in vivid purple and she went mad with longing in the end. The years passed and when death visited her, she left with him gladly.
Her third love, in grief and madness, returned with a small boat made of pine wood and purple flowers. For many years, he sailed around the deep green sea in search of his mermaid love, scattering violet flowers into the waves as he went.
You were with me when I had my mid-twenties crisis
And cut off all of my hair
Even you could not save me from myself
I know you would try
Madness runs in my family, I’d say, laughing
A cherry stem between my teeth
Chunks of midnight hair in my hands.
I was that little girl who would water dead flowers to try to bring them back to life
Who grew into a woman who would love and give too much.
Even now, I am sad when fresh flowers, vibrant and beautiful, die.
I think that was how you left me in the end. Unwatered and clinging to life.
We were each other’s favourite thing
It was more than a lover’s fling
You held me close and stroked my hair
We were such a perfect pair
Although no labels
We were true
There could never be another you
I loved I loved
You tried and tried
The day came for us to say goodbye
You wiped my tears away and sighed
I’ll see you soon
Just please don’t cry
I dare not say it
I just closed my eyes
I’ll love you till’ the day I die
I think you were always waiting for me to slow down. I was hyper, scattered, excitable, and everything was always in colour with me but you dreamt in beige and ivory. I was an unlit firework; gasoline just waiting for that spark to ignite. The quiet pause before the chaos. I learned early on that men do not want to love hurricane women. A storm is exciting for a night but it can tear down houses and people. A storm is a force and god help you if a hurricane woman will love you because it will be fierce and it will never be easy. I never blamed you for leaving though I threw witches curses and did not let you go quietly. I saw you two years later with a calm girl. A raindrop girl, delicate and iridescent; non-threatening. She was a gentle Sunday afternoon and you had made a home there. I saw how you were comfortable now. Your eyes met mine, but you turned away from me, quickly. Was I still too bright? Beauty festers in mad women and if you touched me it would blister your skin. The fire women with tempest thunder hearts and men like you with perfectly matched socks and American dreams. Behind your white picket fence, I hope you remember those wild sunsets you spent with me.
The wild girls run
With Hellhound hearts
and pretty boys who did not stand a chance
and mistakes they held like trophies
All the things you’d say to make them stay
The come-to-bed eyes, the bottles of gin, used matches
an Intoxication anomaly but
There is fire in you yet, your mother said,
Do you remember? That guilt you never wore again.
That little room with bright yellow walls
How we laughed our way through the winter and summer
I hope yellow paint will always remind you
of my sunshine smile
My outdoor inside voice
My head on your chest
I hope you look back and think of that year together as magic
a time where you felt true happiness
I hope you meet another girl with a wild soul too
I hope you will be kind when she finds you.
-Yellow is the brightest color of the visible spectrum, and it is the most noticeable of all colors by the human eye. It means happiness and optimism; it is the color of sun shining, or bright light and creativity. … It is the color of high energy, enthusiasm, hope, fun, and cheerfulness.