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.

When I sit alone in the middle of the night, I try to find you in the dark. 

“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. 

Or are you now just friends, but in memories?

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?

I hardly sleep for three hours on any night.

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.

He made me promise to love him, and only him.

​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?

​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?

“We will be okay”

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 turned the tap off and returned to rest on my bed

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

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