Sleeps with Butterflies

"I'm not like the girls that you've known
but I believe I'm worth coming home to."

Regrets

I still remember to this day that last look that your boyish face tried to hide.
I know you wanted to say something, I know you wanted something.
I wished to keep the connection but I held back for I know it was not right.
That time, the call to do what was right took command of my senses.

But why does it feel like such a wrong move to do the right thing then?
If only I followed the throb of my heart and did what felt right then,
I will not be here drinking coffee with my regrets.

Your smile, your voice and your eyes are vivid memories I keep.
Precious as they are I may have to push them aside and be loyal.
Because I know if I am with you, you want me to be faithful too.
So now, that’s what I will do to the one I said “I love you” to.

But why does it feel so right for me to do the wrong thing now?
If only I waited for you to come before I said ‘yes’ to someone,
I will not be here sleeping with my regrets.

This Time

They say hope is the quintessential human illusion.
I would challenge it if only I disagree.
This time I refuse to drown in illusion.
This time I choose to wallow in reality.
Even if my reality will bring me a package of regret,
I will accept it and tear it open with my bare hands.
I may hurt myself when I do that but it will be trivial.
I won't allow myself to hurt as much over the same reason.
For the first time was quite deep, this time it will just be a scratch.

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It's the new year and it's the new me.
Hello, I am Joaqui.

The Loneliness of Two

A tap on the back. A nudge on the shoulder.
A smile with no reason. A thought with no inhibitions.
A conversation easy to decipher. Another one too cryptic to ponder.

Laid on the field just like that.
Feasted by the cold summer wind of the night.

An invitation to go out. An intention not once questioned.
An opportunity to initiate. An analogy simple yet too rigid to take.
An idea blossomed. Another one turned to bubbles.

Laid on the field just like that.
Feasted by the cold night wind of the summer.

No one wants to make the first move.
No one wants to lose.
They both strategies to win.
But in the process they both lose.

One game. Two players. No winner.

Love Notes For You

You are a dream that I wish for before I sleep.
A hope that my heart longs for every morning.

You are that Saturday that I always look forward to.
A Sunday that I always look back on a weekday.

You are the cause of a happy heart evident on sincere smiles.
A cause to bring me down when you have moments to frown.

You are a gift that I have always wanted.
A gem that I would want to always keep.



You are still there lost in the crowd of anonymity.
A lover I will find in the dictate of destiny.