If all my miseries were white sand, and you were the sea. every time you came to wash away all that melancholy I was happy, I was drown in your blue trapped in our drama, in you. everything looks better underwater but we both know the sadness never disappeared. and every time you left, IContinue reading “Sand and the sea”
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Autonomy
did you lose a limb after loving her or him? now it’s time to grow back those arms you lost, to regenerate into a new self. it might take a few months or a few years, but you know you’ll get there in the end. it’s hard to pull yourself up from the underground butContinue reading “Autonomy”
Care
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else. Carson McCullers I’ve been thinking about what “caring” really means. Best friends said they care, family members said they care, lovers said they care, doctors said they care, even the kidnappers said they care. But I have just realised, how much does oneContinue reading “Care”
Sad songs
isn’t it ironic that we sang those heartbreaking songs when we’re still together? isn’t it so wrong to love something so melancholy, so damaging? they didn’t mean nothing our love is strong and we, we can overcome anything … now without you, every song sounds like a goodbye howl. t.l.
In denial
The thoughts of losing you is too much to handle it was like a thousand needles spearing through my heart I can’t concentrate my blood is boiling and it feels like I’m constantly jumping through fire that’s why every grief cycle always starts with denial stage we will keep lying to ourselves until our heartContinue reading “In denial”
Monarch butterflies
if I fall to the ground with heavy feet and weary eyes can you follow my sound let me say my last goodbye I’ll hum to that one song the Monarchs used to sing can you tag along before it was spring? if I become undone plant me on the rocky mountain so when IContinue reading “Monarch butterflies”
Girls
every time you heard it on the news, people said he was mentally ill he lost it, he didn’t mean to kill he was sexually deprived it was one of his “bad” nights he must feel so guilty, deep inside. every time you heard it it’s a kind man with a nice family, his wifeContinue reading “Girls”
Writer
Are you a writer write something then send me a poem then maybe we can be friends Are you a writer where is your book are you working or hiding from everyone’s look Are you a writer? do you make money out of these pointless lines bring home the honey or stop wasting your lifeContinue reading “Writer”
Rain
If only we can talk about pain as easily as we talk about the rain yes, it was sunny yesterday but today is a different day. No matter what the weatherman said you’d never know what’s coming one minute it was rainbow the next it could be a thunder show. And sometimes, when it seemsContinue reading “Rain”
Cyclone
chances might have brought us together but god, what I would give to know that choosing to stay is like fighting against bad weather swimming upstream with a broken nose driving down the highway with my eyes closed loving you is like chasing down the biggest storm until you get to the hurricane eye it was worth it, evenContinue reading “Cyclone”
Tsunami of Words 