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 →

you are my ghost

you are the Spanish song that stands out in my English playlist, the only of its kind, the one that keeps playing in my head. you are the cup of coffee that i wake up to, whose scent excites me, whose warmth stirs me. you are the bar of dark chocolate i crave whose bitterness... Continue Reading →

for you,

for you, i thought i was ready to be found, like the missing piece to complete your set. for you, i tore down my defenses, i welcomed the inevitable idea of pain, i broke down my walls, knowing full well i will cry in silence in the days to come. for you, i fell too... Continue Reading →

Whispers

Swings the heart that beats for you as a pendulum of lonely emotions— of pain, of sorrow, of longing, of uncertainty as these lines echo the ever unsure state of love. Flow the tears of regrets that shed for our past as a river of melancholy, rippling with remorse. Breathe the lungs that hurt for... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Trying

I'm not trying to bring back the love we lost; I am not naive to think things are fine. We both lost it, like the savage toss of the ocean waves . . . it washed to the shore, steadily, violently, crushing as it hit the end of its line. I'm not trying to bring... Continue Reading →

My Seven Deadly Sins

Lust. Because I still long for you, carnally, passionately, and intensely. I still dream of those lips, their soft, thundering kisses. I still yearn for those hands, their gentle, fervent strokes and caresses. I still miss the heat we share, its ardent, blissful warmth that fills the space between us. Lust, because after all these... Continue Reading →

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