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 →

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 →

Weltschmerz

You were a stranger, but not really—we knew each other’s names, but we were never introduced, never talked. I was that silent persona walking past you while our eyes locked, and I smiled as I saw you caught me staring. Our secret, stolen glimpses with one another made that strange connection deeper. You knew I... Continue Reading →

Do Not Fall In Love With Me

Do not fall in love with me because I never stay. I always move around. I travel every now and then; I get sent to almost  anywhere, often with no prior notice. You’ll only get to see me for a few days once a month—and it’ll be worth it. I’ll take you to places: movies,... 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 →

An Open Letter to My Ex

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 →

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