It’s Only a Crush
You say you love me
But your downcast eyes say otherwise
They stare at the steam rising from your coffee
My words mere sounds and syllables
Floating in the flimsy air
They don’t get to your ears
Pieces that make up the mosaic of my life
Which you easily blow away
The word “love” worn casually on your lips
Like denim jeans
Tossed around before being discarded in the trash
Jackie Chou found a new purpose in writing poetry after her dream of becoming a lawyer was shattered by severe symptoms of schizo-affective disorder. Her free verses and short form poems have been published locally and internationally.