history

We were a city

built from ruins

we were held together

by bars of love

you named me your sister

I called you my soulmate

we raised from the grounds

pulling trust and hope

with us.

in the old days

our city had no people

we were a lonely city--

I, the queen

you, the princess

you were my daughter

I, your mother.

then we switched.

you, the king,

I, your subject

I worked the city

around

to appease you

I was the fat girl with pigtails

and

you were the stick figure they drew

on the walls--

a passerby made fun

of the unshapely city

on the brink

of collapsing

but you stayed still

you never once wavered

your spirit held the city

from toppling over

you smiled

that huge smile--

your rabbit teeth

in full view

the whole damn time

you made faces

you crossed eyes

but you knew what it took

to hold us steady

as the old days

turned new

you became me

and I became you

you changed into the fat girl with pigtails

and I was the stick figure they drew

on the walls--

we slept in our city

we hugged in the nights

you listened to my thoughts

but never took time to understand

you let in others

I let in some--

soon, our city was a tourist hotspot

and we learnt we didn't have to be

just a city.

today we are a country

so huge and kilometres apart

you, on the other side

I, on this side

you don't see me

I don't see you

our love shared through the hundreds

and thousands

traipsing these lands

I own an island

today,

I am the queen

with the throne

it's named after my thoughts--

(in your absence

she is the one--

she strokes my hair

she rocks me to sleep

she cradles my head

till I am gone deep)

we let in too many

I am too lonely

you gave me memories

I nurse them with my thoughts

you are in my prayers,

you are in my questions.

we were only meant to be

some project gone wrong

and

I thought all those years ago--

we would be ancient ruins-

some miracle.