I still reminisce about our favourite word, “Sometimes”.
Sometimes, love isn’t blind but visually
Impaired because of your dilated pupils.
Enlarged my timepiece, creating space for the
Diamond you are.
Sometimes, pride is a pill too big to swallow
And it leaves us drowning in the shallow
Without means of survival.
Sometimes, you were sunny as a summer’s day,
Then cold as a winter’s morning with fog,
I would fail to read you.
Sometimes, I regret you, but sometimes
I relish the experience of you, my drug.