Is it possible?

Is it possible to wake up
and not search for you?
hunt the words you left
and not go crazy over you?

Is it possible not to think of you
in moments when you’re not around?
Can I even stand in my own ground-
still be hopeful to sleep safe and sound?

Is it possible to live and stop loving you?
to go through life without reaping pain
will the heart not break when-
it’s made to shatter for the light to rain?

Is it possible to fall so hard?
If I wake up and you can’t be found
how can I think of fitting on to other’s heart
if only, to living and loving you, I am bound…

© Bluesirie 20130518

Inspired by operahousegirl

To the man I keep myself from admitting I love

I’m stubborn, and there’ll be days
I’ll create things that doesn’t make sense
to someone-
as perfected as you

There’ll be moments when I could be
a saccharine song of undying love
and you might feel trapped

There’ll be spaces in time I could be-
a hell lot of a boring leaf
but-
leaves keep on falling… Falling..
falling down on the surface of the earth
and I could really plummet my way
If I convinced myself enough that-

You are my earth that holds everything
that could keep me grounded
my own dose of gravity
but sometimes I wonder

If I tell myself;
I
I can’t
I can’t fall
I can’t fall for
I can’t fall for you
I won’t really fall for you

If I say it long enough, maybe
maybe, I could make my heart believe

Because to the man I keep myself from admitting I love-
If you listen to my heartbeat using your stethoscope of knowing
maybe, just maybe-
there’ll be no need of saying things

you can look at me, and I know you’ll know…you’ll see-
something beneath the wings of love
is a girl who keeps paddling to
regain the courage to be-
vulnerable once again…

(and if you could read this, maybe you’ll know the answer to your question..)

© Bluesirie 20130516

Unknown Constellations

There are unknown constellations
within my skin. Scientists proclaimed

they’ve never seen a puzzling pattern
“quite rare in it’s phosphorescence!”

they exclaimed. They didn’t know
I’d like to show but-

how do I explain you feed me the stars?
How to reveal there’s a whole galaxy

at the back of my hands, you painted them
exquisitely like no one has ever seen

How do I tell the story of how you collect
the air and- breathe in me of beauty?

They would like to learn
where you witnessed what you discovered

How you did what you’ve done.
I stand up with full confidence as I say;

“You won’t fathom his struggles
to convince the stars to live with me

endlessly following the air to-
breathe in me the beauty of life.

Your mind will blow as to how
he timelessly wait for the universe to

showcase it’s beauty. His eyes fixed for
three lifetimes. Making sure he

never missed a detail.

So yeah! You will never be able to
see what he saw, do what he did

because to master that
you will first need to-

love only me. More importantly,
be loved in return but

I don’t think I have the command to
love anyone the way, I loved him…

©Bluesirie 20130426