Social Butterfly: “I misspelled ME as YOU”

“I misspelled ME as YOU”
By: Social Butterfly

The years we shared together, serves me right
in the memory lane,
all the laughters and the cheers
brought me infinite joy throughout those years.

You have been in my life
as fast as you had been out of its light,
We met somewhere in the middle
of this station where intellectuals seems to be bright;
It all started in a mingle
and grew stronger everyday,
I used to be “single”
then my life started to have its own jiingle.

Remember the day we just stayed
beside the huge post in front of the bay,
hours passed by with us glued upon,
that spot of then forever, which I thought
would be endless in flowing like a river.

Endless whims,
dreams, goals and promises,
and just plain words of nothingness which gave me
happiness without any trace of biases,
That’s the time when I learned how feel,
that crazy feeling of explaining not,
rainbow-chasing,
pot of gold appearing,
apples are everywhere, turning RED of Eden.

The completeness of US together
be it a simple diary starting from somewhere,
our stories are well-written and told,
between our hearts which only US then, can hold.

how I love to shout at the world
“how much I truly love you”
to be able to share this wondrous feeling whenever I’m with you.
Simple phase of those special places,
leaves my heart open for some gentle spaces.
Loving, hoping and ever so believing,
That ME and You will never be ever breaking.

But we did,
departed from each other
in between of tears, loud words and heartache.
My world almost shattered,
be it not for my back-ups, I would have forgotten
which truly mattered…

I got lost,
unable to proceed
in this life of uncertainties.
I have forgotten how to take a step,
FORWARD.
I got afraid and somehow lost myself,
a mistake on my part…
for I don’t want everything to end like that.

After several months, I got back from my misery-
of pain and longing
and events of begging-
for the rewind of your feelings and our love in the beam.

so now, a thought passed by…

I misspelled ME as You…
and that will never happen with my next boo…

Social Butterfly: “Cup of beans…”

(another shot of espresso in between, Social Butterfly and I had a long conversation once again, and this time around, what I got from “SB” are collections of poetic thoughts. we spoke in the manner of verses and phrases, and I love it. i asked permission to post some here after recording every word through writing…”

“Cup of Beans”
By: Social Butterfly

I used to sit here every morning with you,
we’ve spoken about anything and everything in lieu
of life and love and bittersweet moments in between,
you’ve listened to me ramble,
plead,
saw me cry and weep.
Judgement, never you gave,
Acceptance is all that it takes,
the comfort of solace I usually felt,
in hanging out with you, I always feel complete.

Our temporary conversations seems to be life-long,
Our intertwined hands can’t seem to let go,
of all the stories that passed I can’t choose one to forego;
for every detail of those moments
are permanent in the currents,
of my heart… as it beats 24/7ths..

There was a time that addiction got me,
over you and hanging around almost seven times already.
I felt alive and almost always ready,
to face the world head-on – smart and witty,
but then afterwards.. it dawned on me,
I became dependent on your presence with “ME”
Without your support it seems I cannot move on,
appetite has been lost to face life head-on.

Oh how I wish to turn back the time,
into having you in my life side by side
in silence…every “morning sunshine delight”.

Withdrawal sets in, and one day I decided;
to let you go gradually and heard musical angels chided;
Those years which passed having you rooted inside,
allowed me to pursue my dreams which are green, white and blue…
But, then letting you go is something I must
keep on doing up until everything is just,
your warm presence in my life peaks up
back into one single cup every “morning sunshine delight”

My assurance for the stories stored in my personal heart
of conversations and capsules we held once so tight,
now I sit back here with you in the light
every morning cherishing our days of addiction and reality bites.

Thank you for coffee beans, for everything you have done,
sharing My own life with ME everyday on the run
Those conversations are safely kept in my heart,
provided me wisdom which I turned into a beacon,
taught me to express myself into this abyss of expression…
gradually…rolling freedom directly off my own depression…