the broken mirror on the wardrobe reminded us more than the memories of the last time we had had a fight.

when did we become strangers? it had been a while since i visited our old apartment. there was no point. you and i were not us anymore. do you ever wonder if we could have saved each other? the hall did not smell of lavender. there was no chiming of charms when i entered each … Continue reading the broken mirror on the wardrobe reminded us more than the memories of the last time we had had a fight.

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And full stops are powerful, and darling, so are you. It’s okay.

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.

I am now playing my guitar, my tears falling on her, rolling down her face.

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.