Heaven

a throwback to my boyfriend’s birthday:

The smell of your cologne
Or the morning on your breath
The scent of the unknown
And the air behind your path
Is this what heaven smells like?

The taste of your lips
And of when we wine and dine
The sensation on my tongue
When yours touches mine
Is this what heaven tastes like?

The look on your face
It makes my heart stop
It’s so surreal, how wondrous you are
Yet so real my dream can pop
Is this what heaven looks like?

The warmth of your hand
When it locks in mine
The pain that feels so good
Makes me know everything is fine
Is this what heaven feels like?

Today you turn twenty-one
And I wish you all the joy
You made me know heaven
And I wish you’d know too, boy

— J.M. 💕(2018)

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Three

If I had just one more chance
I’d tell you what I learnt
From loving myself after I loved you
How strong how warm the fire burnt

Then I’ll add one to one
Yet my answer will be three
I learnt that it’s because
Of the secret you kept from me

You said you’d love me
How I talk and when I laugh
And then I’d fall in love
And stray from a familiar path

And if I add two to two
I know that I’ll still get three
Because you knew all along
That you’ll leave me

One and one make two too little
Two and two too much for me
You and I and everyone else
That’s your holy trinity

— J.M. (2018)

Choose Your Hero

You painted me a twilight sky
Of shades of gold and candlelight
Then my senses came alive

In unknowing how lost I was
You looked in shining armour,
A knight clad in silver and gold

All the voices in my head
They told me, “Choose your hero”
“How?” I asked back, “I do not know”

They said a hero is one who saves me
In mind, in body, in spirit and in love
A sign of peace, a white dove

I nodded once, and once again
“Now, choose your hero.”
And in this moment, I choose you.

— J.M. (2018)

finding love

we all want love
we all want to find love
to love, and to be loved

we go through the climb
and then the fall
meeting new people and learning them all

then one of two things happen:
we fall in love
or we grow bored

if you fall in love
then good for you
you are at your best when you are in love
but you have much to lose

you should tell them
so you can breathe
i know how suffocating
it is underneath

if you grow bored
then too bad for you
but you are not at wrong nor at fault
unless you know that it’s true

you should tell them
so you can leave
don’t twist the truth
even if they’d believe

we all want love
we all want to find love
and if we don’t find it here
well… you tell me

— J.M. (2018)

Too Soon

Is it too soon
To tell myself no
For walking down a haunted path
With ghosts creeping from the aftermath

Is it too soon
To tell myself yes
For choosing life over death
By stealing it from a stolen breath

Is it too soon
To tell myself to decide
To start counting my days one by one
To stay and fight for the long run

It is too soon
Isn’t it?

— J.M. (2017)

Something New

In deep space and starry nights
Pillow talks were your name
Half a year ago,
When I played the game.
But you were gone after the theft
And there without a heart,
I was left.

In the same universe,
There I was stoking embers.
Half a year later,
I don’t remember.
‘Cause I found something new,
Shiny and precious,
And with every word I am left breathless.

— J.M. (2017)