towards the end we lay careful

not to touch and

you said maybe love is not


i thought if love is not


what is


it is

you simply didn’t recognise

mistook it for something else

you were not ready for the gift

one day you may realise

grass is not greener on the other side

what you tastes is diluted


feel a pang of regret


you’ve been a


About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on July 28, 2013, in No Wine or Men, Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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