Even though there's no one left to come...

Even though there's no one left to come,
I still like to wait and hope that someone would find me
At the end of this road.
Spring accidentally visited me a few times,
Having lost her way,
As such are these visits, unplanned and abrupt,
She never lets flowers bloom on my way.
My only constant visits me once a year,
Monsoon renews me with hope,
Of someone who might come,
Or probably never come but still,
I still I like to hope and wait,
So I leave my doors half open every night,
Every day, anxious not to miss that visit,
And this evening, in the darkest hour,
I heard hesistant footsteps coming along the way,
I rejoiced and ran to my door,
My hopeful black eyes stared up the road,
Only to realise the lost traveller was retracing his steps
And that no one is left to come.

Toxic

Blood runs cold around now,
It used to feel like fire before,
We both burnt too fast, too high
Lightning struck and ashes fell
And before we knew
It was toxic as hell.

After forever

I'm not the first person you loved.
I'm not the first person you looked at,
Heart pounding, body sweating,
With a mouthful of hopeful forevers.

Neither are you the first person I loved,
The first person I looked at,
Cheeks flaming, eyes daring to meet eyes,
Lips trembling with hopeful forevers.

No. We're not the first for romance.
I've grown thorns and you've grown leaves,
I became a steady creeper,
Whereas you became a stolid tree;

Too high, a bit untouchable,
Too slippery, roots too strong to uproot.
Maybe we needed to grow flowers,
Bear some fruits, before offering love.

Now I look at you and you look at me
Over a green table top and a coffee mug,
Burnt toast, make the same agreement never kept,
That Nutella is too bad, too expensive, never buy it again.

And I will have no forevers to offer you.
Instead, I'll creep over your trunk,
Invest my roots with yours,
Grow my flowers alongside yours.

And maybe two mushrooms.
(I have so much room in my heart for you.)