we don’t love as we think we would.

we don’t love

as we think

we would

we do what we think we should

and walk out on

 

we swallow distress alone

conversations

of shaking mind

stuck in our heads

neither can we create

storms or dinosaurs

 

we just simply ignore

holding hands and starting to rush

words turn to dust

in the monsoon

we can merely draw in ruin 

our odours before they fade

 

and we are lying in wait

coming sorrow, embrace no shade

of lonesome transparent dreams

wittering in a curt stream

romance’s dimmed in mouldiness

 

one day, over our heads

we inhale lucid sky

soundlessly sigh

we don’t love

as we think

we would.

Reviews

[John Anderson]

Simply brilliant. Great diction and flow help to make this an excellent poem.

[Zelda Gin]

I wrote it originally in Vietnamese, then translate out of bore :D