Two guys walk into a bar and order drinks.
One orders a whiskey sour,
the other an old fashioned.
There was instant chemistry,
and the cozy ambiance had them drinking
to Troye Sivan’s Seventeen –
sipping and swallowing the melody,
breathing in the rhythm,
and ingesting the alluring scent of whiskey
mixed in the atmosphere of quiet conversations.
The lyrics, reminiscent of their wild youth
that has mellowed with age and
the clinking sound
of ice melting in the glass.
The melody, entangled gracefully
with the meandering cigarette smoke
as it wafted from intimate corners.
They found themselves drunk
on whiskey and love.
You’ve been holding the heavens on your shoulder for so long,
enduring for an eternity without respite.
If you shrug, then the heavens would fall,
and the earth would shake.
Olympus would be thrown into chaos.
Perhaps they’d think you’re inciting another rebellion
– another Titanomachy.
But the truth is, you’ve been thinking of your fellow titans,
your brothers and sisters in arms.
Wondering who has it worse –
your eternity or their suppression in Tartarus?
Guilt prevents you from shrugging.
So you continue to bear the weight of the heavens,
atoning for the tragic beauty of your rebellion.
There’s only a few I can recall since
it’s been a while
and the memories are slowly fading
with each day that pass in a blur.
Don’t forget to eat…
Take your time. I’ll be here waiting…
Relax…I’m sure you did great!
You were an answer to one of my prayers…
This song reminded me of you…
Let’s start over!
I’ll be fine…I hope you’ll be happy
I’m letting go now…
The unbound dreams that I catalogued throughout the years
The markers that I left along my journeys before you came
My uninhibited trust
Sands from my hourglass
My unbridled commitment
Countless feelings and emotions
A pound of my heart
A gallon of my tears (perhaps more)
The brightness of the stars I painstakingly cast
against the dark expanse of myself
to illuminate the shadows of my insecurities
Bits of warmth from my smile and fragments of cheerfulness in my laughter
My belief in forever and happily ever after
My naivete and inexperience in romance
Moments and memories
The innocence of love…
And some other things that I can no longer name
In the end, I knew you’d taken them and I’d feign ignorance
whenever I saw them discarded in lonesome corners – covered in dust and cobwebs
I’d turn a blind eye whenever I’d see their exposed remains
after digging through your lies and inconsistencies…
I guess you never really stole from me
because I always left the safe unlocked and the keys lying around
and allowed you to take them freely despite my fears
It never really goes away…
It comes and goes
Like the tide – it ebbs and flows;
Like the waves – it crashes to the shore then recedes;
Sometimes it erupts like a volcano after a period of dormancy
spewing magma from its core and flows along the slopes
scorching everything in its wake;
Sometimes it bleeds out
Like cloth fibers releasing dye when thrown in the wash
mixing in the water – ruining everything else that’s soaked in it;
And the worst thing, perhaps
is how it lurks in the background
of every thought…every encounter…every conversation,
concealing itself within gentle words of encouragement;
It hums constantly at a barely audible frequency
until a trigger amplifies the volume.