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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  overtones
yesterday somebody told me i wasn't cute at all.

it triggered a memory,
of you.

days when you used to cup my face in your hands,
and bring it close to yours,
laughing and asking me why i was so cute
before giving in to my unreasonable demands for whole birthday cake or extra time with you.

in remembering i smiled
the kind of smile i seem to have grown into.
one that comes from knowing the bittersweet feeling of having grown up and left parts of me
behind.

what is this 'cute' if not a reckless trust in the love of another to comply with your demand?
a heart not yet speared and torn to shreds by disappointment and selfishness.
and how does one stay 'cute' when a person-shaped void is a reminder of a broken promise?
you couldn't meet my demand.
so i stopped asking anyone for anything
and learned independence.

it hurt so. it hurts still.

i step out everyday in growing caution,
watching what i say, what i do, the way i look, the way i sound,
regulating the way i feel, the thoughts i think, the dreams i dream.

i wonder if it is really gone,
if there will be a reckless part of me again?
i wonder if the thought of being vulnerable
will always evoke the remnant memory of you.
but the danger of this wondering, is the sharp pain coming from the middle of my chest
and a rising tide of old hurts and emotion that have grown weaker with time but remain ever constant.
it is the overtone of old love clashing in my ears
and the uncertainty of the future weighing on my shoulders.

so i step away,

i will not be cute.
not now.
not yet.
 


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