POETRY | inhale

you feel like the deepest inhale i will ever take

filling my lungs entirely, deeply, intentionally

a reminder of how much life i have to live and how much tenderness i have to offer

the way you cradle your hand against my face, and whisper i love you

that is what i want the universe to reverberate even when we are gone

-Laiseng Saechao, 6.9.2016

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.