the love you feel
it runs, runs, runs
like water

never stopping in the middle
always finding fissures to fill

– c.l.


the beginning;

we’re two wronged souls,
intertwined in the crowd,
who walked like ghouls,
with things to think about.

i hadn’t known that moment,
smile could drive away lament.
and fate, only took split second
to turn our whole world around.

and never in my life have i imagined,
i’d find home amongst sea of human.

– c.l.

the right conjunction;

“I love you because you understand me.” he said out of the blue, rolling the pen in his palm whilst waiting for me to hand him the cup of tea I had been brewing. Contrary to the freshly hot ceramic, his hands were cold—I could feel it the moment they slightly touch mine as he reached for the drink.

Clouds of steam floated freely in the air, spreading the tangy scent of various citrus infusion. The space on the couch next to him was immediately filled by my presence.

“Well, that’s just instinctual behaviour. People tend to love the ones who understand them.” I responded while softly blowing onto the roasted brown liquid’s hot surface.

“Okay, then. Let me try again.” He sighed and threw his head back against the couch. A breath, a pause, and he continued where he left off.

“I love you, so that you know just how much I can give my affection and time for you.”

My brow raised in bewilderedness.

“And? Were you expecting me to return the favour? You know it well, that’s not love.”

The crease on his forehead deepened. As his eyes were closing in, I took a sip and let the warmth of my tea smeared my tongue until it streamed down into my throat. Amusement immediately took over me, sculpting a smile on my face that turned to a chuckle—he had never thought about something this much in the time span we have been together.
Then, to my surprise, his hand reached for mine. He held it tight, then kissed the back of my hand gently that I could feel the genuinely loving self of his.

It was the moment I knew he had finally figured the riddle out.

“I love you, even though you have flaws—“ he cleared his throat “—and everything that constantly gives me a reason not to hold on to you. But I love you, that I thought I could never leave you alone fighting your demons.”

for y o u, regent.

this excerpt was inspired by one of the homilies I heard at church. all the love and kudos for the priest who inspired me to make this piece!❤️

scenic deafness;

In my life, I always find that one little quirky detail in the way someone moves. Maybe it’s the way their lips subconsciously press each other right before they say something, or how they turn around felt like a brief slow-motion. It could be when their eyes bat faster than usual when they smile, or something else entirely.

For instance, when you pronounced the phrase “I love you”, it turns into an inaudible scene.

I may not hear it wholly, but I can always read it from your lips.

– c.l.