He Taught Me This (Poem #45)

Just when I thought
that my heart couldn’t beat faster
he taught it how to skip a beat

Just like how he taught me
to reach my boiling point
to be raging mad
to be on the verge of throwing
whatever that’s on my hand,
he taught me that with just a brush of his lips
I can end up saying
“why was I mad again?”

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Eva Harmoni

There was one night when the rain poured so hard, and i didn't want it to stop. Weird, because i was afraid and amused by the sound of the rain and thunder. The sound of it made me less alone that night. The next day i woke up to find my collection of journals soaked. I keep it near the window to make sure no one could read it. The writings can still be read but i was devastated by the damage. I wanted it preserved but i don't want it published. Still amused by the rain but afraid of the wrath it could bring to my journals, i created this blog.

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