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Smile

Why did you have to look at her like that?

Was I wrong to think that your eyes were only for me?

Is this how this love ends?

Why offer up that smile? 

How many more secret smiles do you offer others when you promised (over a kiss) that your smiles only belong to me?

Have you grown tired of smiling at me the way you used to since we exchanged our hearts on that night? 

When I hold your hand, it’s not because I was saying Good-Bye. It was because I want to say that I’ll never leave you.

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Wonder

I wonder if our love will grow stale once you grow and prosper in life. I wonder if all this effort will be in vain. Do you wonder the same?


Can you still love a smooth face that has given way to wrinkles and the shame of time?


Will you still care for the person whose head is adorned by the greys and whites of hopelessness and frailty?


Could you possibly kiss the lips of that one person who once remembered your birthdays throughout the years, but now forgets as he stumbles and falls in weakness?


I wonder if the whispers of I Love You will be forgotten — just an echo now, which Time has chosen to forget too.


Tell me — Do you wonder the same?

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Plans

I made plans for both of us.

We were so excited.

Then I realised that it was only I who was excited.

And those plans were just mine (and made for me).

You just stood by looking coy, but that was just nonchalance.

I wish I knew that you only meant to come along for the ride.

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Chocolate Cake With Rainbow Sprinkles

Is yours a sad love story like mine?

Mine took place on a Tuesday.

You see, he never came back.

It wasn’t someone else’s hand he left mine for.

I wish it was.

His birthday was in September.

I still bake a cake every year.

But he’ll never get to eat chocolate cake again.

I’ll never be able to lick his lips with a tongue freckled with sprinkles.

That day was his birthday.

That day he walked away for good.

That day 20 years ago.

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Loneliness

The truth came out when he didn’t answer the phone.

The gaps between rings stretched out just like the distance between us.

It started out as a love story and ended with the grin of horror.

Now I’m left with a cup of coffee and a blanket of loneliness.

A loneliness that he used to uncover whenever he came home.