marilyn monroe

"I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't." - Marilyn Monroe


These words haunted me so much. They made that little part of you that still lived in my heart come alive again. You awoke, and you agreed. And inside, the two roses that you gave me started crumpling from the inside with the power of that truth. All I heard of you were little stories of two months in Portugal, or the name of that stranger that was a friend, a sister, blowin' in the wind.

I've come so far. Yet, even in Toronto, I still see your face. Not the black angry eyes, or that cold blunt burning face. I still see your inquisitive eyes, that twitch you'd make with the corners of your lips when you weren't sure about something and you didn't quite know how to express the fact that it wasn't what you wanted either.

I wish you had spoken. I wish you argued with them. I wish you understood that at the end of the day, all that I wanted, was to be loved. By you.


You were my Marilyn Monroe. 

K

I write the 11 pages
and you write the one.

I live in countless stages
when you breathe in and out
all the same
mundane
yet.

something lights me up inside
just talking to you.
its the same conversation
the laced satire
and brilliant unconventional
human mind
unravelling, thought after thought.
to produce a glorious effect
word after word
until you get tired
and i decide to leave you instead.

it feels like an incomplete word,
like a half-knitted sweater
or a half-sown seed.
Doesn’t quite know whether to wither or grow.Stuck in parallel, floating in limbo
arms outstretched, tell my story
i want to tell you mine
but will you hear me?

sometimes you feel like you're going all out just to be heard, but if you got something important to say, and that someone isn't listening, romantic or platonic, they're missing out - chill yo