Katherine Anne D. Ambat

My emotions are like second skin But your sensibility can be like sandpaper Your pragmatism causes layers of abrasions I wonder what my healing threshold is My feelings are not a matter-of-fact to solve and tick off your to-do list I wish you could understand that more There are days when I feel like our wavelengths are on the opposite ends of the spectrum Never quite seeing or hearing somewhere near the middle It’s frustrating to stand and speak in front of a high wall You built a stronghold, one defensive brick at a time Sometimes you can be an indecipherable code I fall to my knees… at my wits’ end I wish I could wear your swagger Like ripped jeans that thrive on wear and tear Is my fragility the subject of your epistemic disdain? Don’t you know, my tears hold the power of the ocean? As it ebbs and flows, it can heal Even the deepest of wounds When it crashes on the coldest, hardest rock It can crush it into a billion pieces Not quite cold, not quite hard anymore But recreated for a different purpose Warm under the sun, cool underneath the sea Still abrasive but not quite painful Like ripped jeans that thrive on wear and tear I just wore your swagger