Wishful Dreams

You are the fork to my spoon,

My daun pisang to my nasi lemak,

My vanilla ice cream to my chocolate lava cake.

Without it, I can still live.

Without it, I can still breathe.

Without it, I can still survive.

It seems like enough but tough.

It feels right but incomplete.

It tastes good but flat.

When you just want flowers but I gave you roses.

When you just want to listen to music but I sing for you.

When you just want a house but I gave you a home.

Why are you playing with fire?

Is it because you know I’m a water?

I am tormented by wishful dreams.

Bleed with sorrow.

Bruised in anguish.

Disorient.

Hesitant.

I want to see the light again.

I want to touch the rainbow.

Not just black or white but grey.

-NC