Shout Out To My Ex

Dear exs, dear you. 

Don’t worry.

I don’t love you anymore.

Cos, i mean, c’mon…

that would be creepy.

but

I still remember the feeling of youth

and how easily i fell for each of you.

Now that I’m older,

just thinking about it makes me…ugh.

Dear boys, dear you.

I fell for you, the boy in a band,

the boy with the guitar and bass.

The boy in the football club,

the boys who never got to 3rd base.

Dear exes, dear you.

You’ve ruined song lyrics and movies,

certain places and diary entries.

We were both there, made some memories.

Even though you were my past, 

you’ve contaminate my history.

Dear boys, dear you.

My optimistic young love was based on 

fantasies and fiction.

However,

Young girls like me forgot about reality 

and all its disheartening contradictions. 

A mirage of Jesse McCartneys in the distance,

but up close, 

you were far from my romantic expectations.

Under optimistic young loves persistence,

I took what I could get and morphed it into existence. 

You said ’I love you’, 

it wasn’t real, 

you hadn’t a clue.

Then

I said it back,

I guess I lied too.

Dear exes, dear you.

You broke my heart,

I might have broken yours a little bit too.

But who were we kidding?

In reality,

our hearts never even cracked,

let alone split in two.

Ah… youth.

Dear boys, dear you,

I met you at school,

I met you through a friend.

I met you online,

Oh the days of MSN.

A few of you I still cherish 

Valuable lessons, here and there

The others I learnt nothing

Yet in a way they made me who i am.

Dear exes, dear you

We’ve lost touch,

that’s just the way things go.

Some of you are even fathers now.

Which, lets be honest,

makes me feel quite old.

16 seems so far away

but I swear to god, 

wasn’t it just yesterday?

Dear boys, dear you.

I really thought you were cute.

I’m sorry I made you believe,

I was worth the pursuit. 

See, there was always something in me

that never felt quite right

18 years it took me

to correct that oversight.

In the most simplest terms, 

that I can convey 

I just didn’t or ever could like boys

in that way.

So to end this,

Dear exes, dear you.

An insignificant spec in your memory,

I may be.

I’d just like to take this chance to say

thank you,

Sincerely me.

🎞

lashes & wishes

There once was a little girl who wanted too many wishes.
And everyone knows,
you can't wish for more wishes
unless you obtain the first wish
to wish for more wishes.

This is the story of that little girl who wanted too many wishes.

One day, while dancing to songs in her head in father's study,
she bumped into a bookcase
and a large book fell with a firm thud.
A book about mystical myths and how to conjure them for fun.
She discovered a secret no little girl should know,
especially a little girl who wanted the world.

The book spoke to her about kings and queens who conquered kingdoms,
emperors with bad tempers who ruled over dynasties.
A millenium of mistakes corrected by a wish made over the next century.

It may sound foolish to a non-believer
but to gain power of wishes was really quite simple.
Hardly a sacrifice required.
A single fallen eyelash held the power of a wish.
Place it on your finger tip, think hard and long,
blow gently and make that lucky lash airborne.

This little girl could barely believe what she had read.
An eyelash? She had them.
Many in fact.
Now all she had to do was wait for a fallen.

The very next morning, as she woke and rubbed her eyes
an eyelash was found by her pillow side!
Practically giddy and head full of flight,
this little girl had her sights set high.

She decided to be cautious and not waste her one wish on wishing for more wishes,
because she didn't know if wishing for that would make her wish invalid!
Why risk it all when she still had so many lashes that would soon come falling?

She wished for a pony and poof! there it popped.
But, come on, let's be real here,
that little girl, like most little girls
quickly got bored.
Well everyone guessed right now,
She then rubbed some more.

She rubbed and rubbed, then rubbed some more.
Wish after wish, these lashes brought.
She got rid of the queen, a sultan, the president too.
Vladimir Putin?
He disappeared too.

This little girl became an Empress, with no idea on how to rule.
She just kept plucking until her lash pores turned blue.
"I wish for the boy, who said I looked fat,
to climb the highest mountain,
and never come back."

She lifted her finger, with the plucked lash on its tip,
thought long and hard but blew roughly so the wish would be quick.

Oh no! Too late! What happened next?
This little girl forgot to check.
To check around her eyes, guess what she found?
No more lashes growing out! Not one!
Rubbed too much or maybe plucked too hard,
Sadly she didn't know,
eye lashes for wishing are supposed to fall out.
So many were plucked too soon with barely a root,
not enough time for wishing magic to come true.

Poor little girl, also forgot
to read the small print on the back and the front.
Because if she did she would have known,
lashes and wishes both need time to grow.

You see,
when a lash falls out, all on its own,
it's actually the Universe saying
you deserve a wish, go on, blow.
Now everyone knows,
the Universe won't stand for things unfair,
even little girls like this one won't be spared.

What eventually happened to her,
this no one knows.

I'm sorry that the next part doesn't quite rhyme,
but reality sometimes just isn't that kind.

Safe to say, I think I'm right
that she's been
exiled into a lashless-oblivion.

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