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.
“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.
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?
Always the same song at the same time. She plays exactly the same track every night at around eleven o’clock. Every night, for the past 2 months – that’s how long I have been a tenant in this building. I come home, undress and change, dead tired from a long day at work, and as … Continue reading I hardly sleep for three hours on any night.
It was back in 2016 when I first met him. The moment I noticed him, I just knew that I could only share my heart with him and have no one else inside my chest. I never ran out of memories to treasure. Never lost hope or felt guilty about my silly sins, because the … Continue reading He made me promise to love him, and only him.
You ask me if I miss you? Miss is a small word to realize what am I finally feel for you. And I am scared, I am scared of being on my own. Your love makes me vulnerable and I hate that because, despite everything, you are growing as the center of my universe. You … Continue reading You ask me if I miss you?
Happiness comes at a cost and Hope is dangerous. Hope is despising a lonely mind and Happiness is a dream for an aloof heart. “What’s with you?” I do not respond. “Are you okay?” it repeats. …and I snap. No, I am far from okay. Okay is a mask everyone purposely makes you wear. I … Continue reading “We will be okay”
I have always imagined my break down. The neurons inside my head exploding, making me clench my fist just before I start throwing punches at everyone. The sky would be a little pale that day. The birds in the trees would go silent, and the wind would hold its breath to see me let go … Continue reading I turned the tap off and returned to rest on my bed
It's just another 4 A.M. The coffee is stale. My mind conjures up his face, his hypnotic voice haunts my ears. I snuffle my face in his shirt. That one shirt he left behind. The scent consumes me. Every last fiber of my being throbs for just one kiss, one embrace. Is that too much … Continue reading It’s just another 4 A.M