The Bridge

The tale of the bridge.

A magnificent creature is the bridge.

Standing tall in the open space. The bridge is all that links both sides together. The bridge brings unity, it brings harmony, it makes them one. 

A powerful creature is the bridge. 

The bridge knows both sides independently.  And understands that together, they make a perfect pair, working together, becoming one. 

A unique creature is the bridge.

The bridge moves, and the harmony is gone. Everything falls out of place, the perfect pair stop working, they no longer are one.

A lonely creature is the bridge. 

Stands solo between both halves. When the bridge moves, alone it goes, the perfect pair go back to living their independent lives, no more one.

Alone again, the bridge is. 

Star Crossed Lovers

You and Mi were born inverted.
We both see it, the future everyone swears to,
We dance around it, laugh about it, flirt about it,
We titter around the boundary, but we never cross the line.
Or maybe its all in my head.

You and Mi met under different stars.
Sometimes I see a movie and think na, I'm being delusional.
Then you do somethings and make mi want to believe my delusions.
Sometimes you act in a way, (un)consciously, I try not to believe.
Then you make t so real I know my delusions have become nightmares.
Or maybe its all in my head.

You and Mi met under complex waters.
We both see it, the alternate reality if this was not this.
We flirt, we laugh, we smile, we talk,
We talk in codes about a life, both knowing it will never be.
Or maybe its all in my head. 

You and Mi
Mi and You
I wish there was a more positive end to any of these....
Or maybe its all in my head.

When

When you realize its been a while since your last kiss....

lol was trying to make this into a poem but couldn't think of anything beyond that line so words it is. I think this is just from watching too many movies, but I do miss kisses. Well from Tv they seem like so much fun....from experience, I'd say I only miss kissing one person....lol. Which is silly considering I didn't have of a relationship with him. I mean apart from what everyone knows about him on the surface....wait thats a lie, I do know somethings the general public don't know. It is amazing how much you can find out about someone in a night....and how little as well I guess. But maybe it is because we were both unserious it worked out so well. I mean with all other planned situations....well history can speak for herself. 

But not all kisses are worth counting. For the most part, you only miss the ones that were real. And sadly, not necessarily the ones with the 'significant other'. You know that random moment where you meet this guy, usually at a club (how these things happen), and theres that connection - eyes et al - and then the kiss.....

Sorry, I deviated.