our love has reached its demise on a road of no return, and like the coffee that you were, you only gave me heartburn. i held back the tears to tell myself i am strong, that i am not reminded of you by every fucking love song. so i taught myself how to express my... Continue Reading →
how do you do it? how do you easily move forward from everything we’ve been through? you’ve moved on so swiftly that a year with me seemed nothing but days of frivolities. i want to know how you do it, how make it seem so easy. i’m uncertain if this is what i see, but... Continue Reading →
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 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 →
Ah, the never-ending debate about whether or not you should be friends with your ex. Some people believe that it is a mature thing to remain friends after a break-up, an actual sign that you have moved on. At the same time, most people think that it is not healthy, that an ex should be... Continue Reading →
If you see your ex with someone else, then, be happy for them. Your ex did what an ex was supposed to do, which was to find happiness again. Did you expect your ex to always occasionally tell you that they miss you and they'd like to try again with you? Did you expect your... Continue Reading →
Unlike you, I am not good with painting or other forms of graphic arts. The best that I can paint are the words that my flow from both my mind and heart as I smear them across the canvass of my prose and poetry. And this is the portrait of my apology. I am sorry... Continue Reading →
For what could have been if we did not end, for what should have been of our love today, for what would have been the numbers that are now meaningless.
Wonderlost 