FLAWS

It’s not a secret,

I have a thousand flaws.

I line them up upside my head

and observe their stubbornness to never leave me.

 

(You did though)

 

Fresh cut grass – one of my favourite smells,

yet it’s funny

that I like something that’s just been cut.

Sliced.

Beheaded.

 

(I should do the same to all my imperfections)

 

Everything happens for a reason, they say.

How do they know?

 

– Chatty Owl –
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CHINESE TEA

Careful attempts to come closer,
you estimate your actions,
you count your steps
while counting on my mouth,
ajar,
to invite you nearer
as I whisper you secrets
about my inner beauty
and broken parts of my heart,
making you remember
every moment
that was my past,
and now it’s going to be your future.
You put yourself above the rest,
sharing tea with me becomes
your obsession,
a herbal drug of a hooked up soul,
adjusting schedules to fit my needs,
as I adjust myself between your legs
in return.
You melt into the warmth of my skin
wanting to conquer
every living corner of my mind,
so you could fill it
with the presence of yourself,
but that’s only
if I let you.

– Chatty Owl –

ANY TOM, DICK AND HARRY

I’m invisible.
Observing lives of other people
and picking fragments that I like
to make one of my own.
My sobs are loud,
but get mistaken for a thunder –
feared,
ignored,
dismissed
as something that will eventually pass.
Like a gulp of a windy day
in one’s mouth.

– Chatty Owl –

A MELTED CHANCE

A fantasy. A dream
that I woke up from.
My fractured mind wanted you so badly.
Like an injured fox,
I craved you to look at me.
After me.
Through me.

I wanted you to feel me from inside
and
allow me to glow in your spotlight.

To belong to you
is something I’m so scared of.
I want to feel your firm hand,
tender kisses,
strict commands
and your sweet orders.

Yet…

I’m hiding in the cave
with a twisted ankle and an injured heart,
leaving me unable to walk to you
in this dream turned
fantasy.

– Chatty Owl –