you knew

you knew how i was broken, how i didn’t have enough of myself. you knew from the start: i had doubts, i was insecure, i felt inadequate, i was hurt. you knew i had my guards up, my walls towering, myself protected. i surrendered all these to you because you showed me that you knew.... Continue Reading →

i always had a song for you

I always had a song for you. I never sang them, but they rung in my mind and they echoed in my heart. They told of the words that I couldn't say, the thoughts I was always too scared to share. They painted the picture of stories I couldn't narrate, the emotions I never wanted... Continue Reading →

wanderlust/postcard

i am a traveller, and you are my map. i lay you on the table as my eyes gaze upon the wondrous beauty of your body— every curve, every mark, every spot. the places i have been to i mark with an X using my lips and my tongue. my fingers trace the outline of... Continue Reading →

without me,

without me, the sun will still shine and share its warmth to the world. without me, the moon will still glow and show its beauty, conquering the darkness. without me, the flowers will still bloom and make this world beautiful. without me, the seas will still rush to shore and give comfort to those who... Continue Reading →

Sonnet of a Suicide

Was I bewitched so by the thin red line to notice not that time released its hold and let pale Iris snip the silver twine to steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. Existence now is not what I was told; no seraphim and harps to grace my ear, just silence, painful silence, and... Continue Reading →

the endless anguish of a lonely heart

i am tired. i am tired of feeling the same pain: the same frustration, the same loneliness, the same helplessness. i am tired of overthinking why i wasn’t, am not, cannot, have never been enough. i am tired of being only needed because i am convenient, of only being appreciated because i am a resolution,... Continue Reading →

i wanted to write about you

i wanted to write about you, about us-- the perfect piece of literature, unblemished of all the dullness and banality, something worthy of what we were, what we had been-- but i couldn't find the sparks of life and love that would bring the novelty of this piece into the world.

what you are

you are the pre-loved book at a thrift shop that i brought home and finished overnight: your page torn and worn, your scent rustic and dusty, your letters faded, your story mysterious and unchanged— you are perfect to me. you are the feels that comes at three in the morning, the distant, resonating waves of... Continue Reading →

coffee and cigarette

you are coffee, something i can live without and a craving i can never satisfy. you fill my day and take away my weakness. you are the distant warmth that comforts me, the scent that takes away my weary, the breath of caffeine underneath my sheets and on my skin. you are the heat that... Continue Reading →

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