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The waves had sympathy for me
or maybe I picked the right ocean
or maybe it was all just a coincidence.
I don't know, I don't care
I'm so overwhelmed by joy now
I can't think, I can't even breathe.

I know this deserves proper poetry
But right now I lack the calm patience
to slow-brew pretty words in.
Instead I'll keep smiling like an idiot
and just be unabashedly happy.

Message in a bottle

Where are you, my friend
Just when I need you this bad
I'm confused, heartbroken, upset
When I have no right to be
any of that...

How does one cry on the shoulder of one
While the trouble is on another
Why am I this emotional all of a sudden
Just when I thought I purged
All that remained of my former self?

I wish I could talk to you now
I wish you still cared
No, you probably do, I'm being unfair
It's not nice of me to expect
To have you still where I've left
Especially since I'm the one who left.

Or maybe we both drifted away
Life always gets in the way like that
Our closeness, like a prehistoric fossil
Encased in amber
So beautiful to look at, remember, cherish
But inaccessible now, dead.

I have no right to even call you a friend
But you saw me through such hard times
You'd be the only one who'd understand
So I'll keep writing these letters
And keep putting them into bottles
and release them into the ocean
In the hopes that one day
You feel like reaching out for me again...

Riptide

It's bad form to bond over other people's misery
And just sad to bond over ours...

You were wearing fitted jeans
And I already had a couple of drinks
I managed to maintain some eye-contact
And listened to a few of your words
But my heart just wasn't in it
While my thought were dangerously straying.

You were wearing fitted jeans
And an open-collar shirt to boot
I vaguely remember you were also upset about something
You wanted me to understand
So I smiled and nodded
All the way concentrating hard not to stare
or drool, rather.

Yes, what with the jeans, and the shirt
and your hair that was just so
and your hands, distractingly close
always moving
I may have somewhat missed
whatever you were saying.
May that be why
we never have any deep conversations anymore?

How to tame and care for strays

You make me think of puppies
so much so that I get this urge to ruffle your hair
and it's kind of unexpected
since I'm not one for casual touching
unlike you.

You do that all the time, the casual touching thing
You give me hugs, you even massaged my shoulders once
It's a bit weird, and I don't know how to react to it.
My personal space normally spans a mile
And I get nervous when people breach it.
That's why I stiffen up and bristle
Like a cornered stray cat
I might've even hissed at you
If you didn't have that puppy thing going.

Well, talking on the phone is not my thing, either
So much so that the first time you called me
you had to try again and again and got the voice mail
Until I finally felt bad and picked it up
Now  I even smile and greet you by name.

I think I may be getting used to your brand of attention
Although I still don't know what to make of it.
Keep it up and I may start craving it.

What I'm trying to say
is that it's unfair of you to be going away
when you have me (almost) tamed like that...