POETRY | 2.27.2016

let’s let our souls be free from wounds
allow them to wrap around each other
however loosely or tightly we need
in the spiritual, emotional, physical translation
of our connection.

i promise it doesn’t have to look like
yesterday or tomorrow
the past or the future
just today, here, now, present

that is perfectly good enough.

-Laiseng Saechao, 3.27.2016

POETRY | unspoken

this is the pain of trial and errors
that in pursuit of gold you may only find dirt
and sometimes you are left wondering
if maybe it was better to have not searched at all
that you might not miss what you were so eager to find
but there is a way that gold insinuates greed

we should have let it be precisely what it was
twenty four hours of lust and a lifetime of playful curiosities
that made us wonder what if
and instead we scrounged for more
to only let ourselves misinterpret kisses and touch
for what we believed could have been love

-Laiseng Saechao. 3.27.2016

BLOG | I’m scared of promises now.

There was a time where I thought the world revolved around you. As though my existence was solely dependent on you being my center of gravity. A frame of mind that survival was for a life that was not my own, but for us.

I know now how wrong that was. The way I loved you, and the way you loved me back.

As if you’d be there always, and forever. As though love was supposed to be painful and a symbol of triumph. That forgiveness was mandatory even when my heart wasn’t healed.

We built a statue, I just didn’t know it was made of ruins.

 

POETRY | seep into the cracks

if we choose love now then can we promise to

dream limitlessly in the same bed
let our fingers do the talking when they intertwine
stare into each others eyes until the world goes blank
laugh because there is so little lifetime to spend with you
kiss like our lips were the perfect puzzle pieces
trace love like tattoos all over our bodies

because the time will never be perfect
and you may never fill every part of me that is broken
but the way you seep into the cracks
and hold me close make me feel alive again.

-Laiseng Saechao, 3.14.2016