You look up with tearful eyes and I tuck your hair behind your ears.
You stare at my face and fail to read it. You ask me, why am looking at you like this.
I glanced into your eyes in turns and say ‘nothing’ with a grin on my face.
You ask me the questions you ask, about the future and the present.
You roll your finger around my chest and I reply with nothing more than a racing heart.
‘Nothing’ could be a perfect answer for am too afraid and weak inside.
And I finish the leftover courage to belie the sensitive-me with just another witty tale.
You laugh your heart out and shake your head like you always do.
Before you know, it is a poem being written in the drafts folders of my mind.
‘Nothing’ but a poem, with too many feelings tucked inside.
You wish for more answers and I fray with own self.
‘Nothing’ is what we started off with, you say and I stare at the ceiling.
The kaleidoscope of our memories starts to play.
Our feelings so intense, of love, possession, jealousy and hatred.
We’d love to kill each other, with no arms, no weapons, just words to express.
Rainy afternoons and the orange sunsets, walk by the beach and your window pane.
I saved you secretly, in the songs you like and the things you hate.
Yes or No were too narrow to explain,
How beautiful you are when you look at me and say ‘nothing’ and I…
I tuck your hair behind your ears and whisper ‘as long as we are here together’,
And you complain, as long as sounds so little.