The Bricolage.

On the travesty of being Asian.

Mother so desperately wants me to be in a relationship. 

Mother says I will never be able to keep a relationship. 

Date a guy whom I never get to see. 

Curfew at 23. 

Mother says I am “cheap” and “too easy”. 

Oh the travesty. 

Beginning & End.

I once loved a man who left me for reasons of which I am still unsure. 

After the storm, I weathered the landslides.

Tell me in honesty that you would rather have never loved at all. 

Say it with conviction. 

Love and loss go hand in hand. 

Now only remnants of his memory remain

But even then, at least I loved to have lost. 

M

Waking up, my dreary eyes pretend you are still here. 

I rearrange atoms, tracing a silhouette of your face in thin air

What is about you that left me so breathless?

One day passes - the next, a year. 

The air you breathe no longer circulates through me

And these dreary eyes wake up next to a stranger who loves me more than was ever spoken from those lips. 

And in this moment, I am happy.