I am writing this for you. You, with sleepy eyes from staying up late, fingers still scrolling down the screen. Wait. Stop scrolling. I am writing this so that you know it’s okay You feel empty. You have too much inside. This is not a poem, but I want you to know that you are. … Continue reading And full stops are powerful, and darling, so are you. It’s okay.
Have you missed me? Because I have. Yes, I have missed me. I have missed the raging fire that used to engulf me whole, word by word. Now I’m but the mere rubbing of flint. Fire and desire, both turned into perennial question marks. Do I have the permission to ask you the questions that … Continue reading I am now playing my guitar, my tears falling on her, rolling down her face.
It is never easy to do all the right things, yet being crossed over and watch them move along with their lives like that moving train you failed to catch up with. It doesn’t seem to matter if you get on, or you don’t and it hurts because you want to see them happy, yet … Continue reading You want to cuss yourself for failing to be a part of them.
“Happiness is a pop song. Sadness is a poem.” I had often wondered what it means to be sad. It was long before I met her. I had fallen in love a fair number of times before, and I would wonder each time things ended, if this was what it meant to be a sad … Continue reading When I sit alone in the middle of the night, I try to find you in the dark.
six weeks since the last draft, I decided to rewrite what I felt was the remains of you being in me. Like the way you would spoon me around, your cold fingers on my spine, your lips pressed against my neck, it’s a little funny how we never kissed, you know, you didn’t ask and … Continue reading Love, You didn’t reside but left your residue in me.
Dear love, I don’t know if I can still call you that. Or if I ever had the right to call you that. They say that if you truly love someone, you can never really unlove them. And that no matter how many times you try, you can never go back in time and change … Continue reading Love, you aren’t here anymore
How did you fall in love? Was it loud enough for him to hear your emotions? A prom with him between the sandstorms whilst the two of you caught the harmony off your sufferings. Everyone dissolved into dust, scattered in the air, and it was his face, just his face that you could fathom in … Continue reading Or are you now just friends, but in memories?