your bad habits

i was your bad habits . . . the things you knew you shouldn't have been doing and yet you have done them anyway. i was the sleepless nights you've had— tiring, demanding, regretful, yet indulging. i was those episodes of binge eating— impulsive, consuming, unreasonable, yet satisfying. i was the lies you told your... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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