Forgetting you

I tell my friends I am over you
But yesterday when our 'mutual friend' mentioned your name
My heart skipped a beat
And it was all I could do
To not turn my mouth
Like I had just tasted blood again
I go out with eight different guys
Seven days of the week
And keep my schedule chalked to the T
I do all the things I love
Just so I don't have the time to think
How I love them a little lesser
Now that you aren't here anymore
I tell myself I have forgotten you
Yet sometimes
My fingers type your phone number on their own
As if they had their own mind
Which refused to forget
Exactly how your touch felt
And how perfectly your fingers
Filled the spaces between mine
No matter how many more fingers
They entwined with
No matter how many more
Lips they touch.

REALITIES

Ever since I was a little girl
I have an image etched in my memory,
A huge temple
A larger crowd
And a sea of people in front of me.
But all I was curious about
was a man with a tattered jacket and
only one shoe,
His gaze was faraway and when he smiled
his mouth revealed a missing tooth.
That man sat there gazing
to a place faraway in another land
He was so engrossed and completely lost
he didn't even notice he was holding up a queue.
"Who is that?" I asked my dad,
I was only five.
"A lunatic." He replied.
But he looked so happy in his game
making phone calls,writing mails
His phone was a broken comb
and in thin air he typed
A loonatic?
Fancy! I replied.
At age ten, in the same spot I sat again
watching him
He looked just the same.
the same "Macbook air"
legs folded neatly without a care.
When eighteen, I crossed paths with him again.
Is he absolutely crazy or the only one who's sane?
What is real and what is not
Who is to tell, who knows
It's an insanely thin line as far as sanity goes.
But today, as I sit here across from you,
and you cup my small hand
under your warm palm
you quell all my tornadoes.
And I know now
if there is ever something close to real,
close to the truth;
It is you.
It is you.
It is you.

A case for letting you go

Oh baby,
I know the blanket
seems too warm to step out
Into a world unknown
and terrifying
And honey,
I know my arms are a good place to hide
from things untypical
and mystifying
And darling,
why you've got to step out anyway
and take that long flight
To foreign lands
and strange looking people
Who make you feel
like a fish out of the sea
and fumble and stumble at
a language you can't even read
Oh sugar,
why do you have to do the things
that make your heart pound
and your palms sweat
When things here seem
Perfect
Flawless
Pristine
Just fine
Normal
Uninspiring
Routine
Smothering
Oh baby,
I know my embrace is
a good place to hide
But let this be the last one tonight
For tomorrow, you go see the world
and eat that Thai curry with the coconut
Which will make your tongue burn
and get cheated by a conman
pretending to be a guide
And get lost
in the various
twists
and turns
and narrow alleys
and dead ends
In a city you don't know
like the back of your hand
And maybe,
you stumble upon a little corner
that feels like home 
in a foreign land
Oh baby,
this blanket might seem warm
But don't let it chain you
From all the adventures
You have to get on. ❤