Tea Kawana

I don’t stare
But I’ve made a trillion glimpses.
She is beautiful without
And within, my heart is in awe of her.
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Sometimes I don't feel alive,
and sometimes my feelings are ambivalent.
My thoughts are songs that are on repeat.
I cry a thousand tears within and without and
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On bended knee,
Bowed head,
Hands clasped together,
She prayed.
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The little world we belonged to,
Defined me as East, and you as West.
A line was determined beforehand;
Splitting us by our visible differences,
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During the mauve sunset,
She was with me; hot, mild, assiduous, all so luxuriate,
clothed in black and a tint of lemon.
She was fair, and my desire for her lead on,
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When you left,
I went into the kitchen,
To make myself a cup of tea.
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I am not impeccable,
My natal scars bring about unpleasant things,
Part of me wants to destroy the other;
I want to eat my own flesh, yet drive away my belief.
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I faced the white duvet cover,
but couldn't see it in front of me.
Tears flooded my eyes,
but I couln't feel them.
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Dear God,
Use me as a vessel upon this desert sea
To travel
Use me as a vessel still to reach
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Like a bride ought to be set
let me also be primed:
Or like a young girl who
awaits for her season
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As unworthy as I am;
I came to you.
For there was none other I could
go to.
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As if he were a painter,
he interpreted his thoughts using colour, with his tools:
several brushes and a paint palette.
As if he played in some orchestra or band,
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It was sunsets then,
It was tea.
It was eyes then
That leaked ease.
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We are like instruments,
Unique; percussion, wind, stringed…
Our moods are the keys:
We can be happy, sad, angry,
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I fell into a trap,
I was certain I’d enjoy
because the bricks seemed to lay on well.
Now that I am at this height,
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I could not stand it,
It slowly bloated horribly,
It was unbearable,
I cried.
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Allow me only to take a peek;
to turn; my feet, my body, my head,
to face the other direction.
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Today, I was stabbed,
stabbed in my abdomen, thighs and feet,
and my neck was slightly slit.
I'm heavily bleeding,
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I encountered many,
and many seemed to have no reason,
Though young I may be,
I've been shown what's mine,
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I'm guilt-ridden, more yet,
conscience-stricken

They touched me,
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