daddy

 My dad’s eyes would well up when he’d see me recite a poetry, this happened so often that one day I stopped. It is never okay when dads cry. But it was my old man. All through the months when my mum was going to have me my dad would whisper the poems he’d written and my…

Somewhere far away.

In another universe, you do not forget my name and fail to remember what my face looks like. In another universe, your wine red lips and your breath that reeks of smoke does not cast me under an addiction I let down myself to resist. In another universe you don’t fall for every heart that…

Teach me how to unlove a love I made up inside my head

Teach me how to unlove a love I made up inside my head, I’m in love with my sadness. Do you know what it means to love something so deeply that its presence never fails to be known? That the arms of its body are wrapped so tightly around yours, that no other hug feels the…

My sunshine

I am standing on a ledge, the weight of my body shuffling between my toes and heels; I am thinking of letting go. And you see me, you see my puffy eyes, my pale skin, my body that is so void beneath the wholeness of my human flesh. And for a second, I think you know….

Now that you’re gone.

Monday, Jan 21 you covered me with your jacket when i was asleep. when i woke up the next morning, you were gone. you haven’t come back since. Friday, Feb 13 i burnt your jacket and all our polaroids together in the afternoon. i cried my heart out at night. Thursday, Mar 5 my bestfriend…

A promise

Love but not too hard that someday you forget what it really means. That someday you no longer cherish the my name on your lips, the day it’s too heavy for you to bear and breaks something every time inside you. Do not take it for granted.The days when we’ll grow out of sync, step…

The storm’s inside of you.

You tighten your grip when you hear the thunder rumble, to the pillow, to your warm blanket to someone else’s hand who wants to let go exactly how much you do not want them to; do not feel scared. There’s peace in the storms.                      …

Without you now.

The day I heard about it I felt a constant throbbing in my chest like everything inside of me had collapsed. My body knew nothing but the constant echoes of she’s not anymore swooning through the hollows of my bones. My head spun around and I tried to catch my breath but my lungs became…

With myself. 

I wake up in the cashmere glow of my white sheet. The sun’s shining bright and I go and get dressed in a lavender lilac dress. My unmade hair is flying more than it should as it flows away with the wind; it’s raining now. The sun comes and goes; the rain never stops waiting….

It’s not that I don’t love you. 

It was the summer I spent in the attic hiding from voices I did not have the strength to bear. It was the slamming of doors that I swore then were a thunderclap. It was the sleeping pills my mother took to let her sleep from the monster that lived on her bed and in…

To stay. 

​ ​ Her eyes search for something that isn’t there anymore. I manage to glance at her every other minute. She keeps on writing. And I smoke, the way the fumes leave my nose are a constant inducer that we are living and maybe we all aren’t so empty as we think we are. I…

To not leave. 

​He exhales slowly; as the tingling wind makes me shiver, I think how does he not feel cold in this weather and how can he survive in a thin leather jacket. We don’t speak to each other for a few minutes; he smokes and thinks about something and I write. His shoulders nudge me and…