I don't know how to be enough. I want to love you. But it's either I cling to you and expect you to make the sky red or I stay away and love from miles away. I want to be honest. But it's either I say all the things on my mind or pretend there's… Continue reading I Don’t Know What Balance Is.
So, today, I decide to let you go. I promise to not call or text. At 2am in the morning when all I want to hear is your voice, the way you speak when you're unsure, I will close my eyes and try to sleep. I promise to not wince when I walk past someone… Continue reading Today, I Let You Go.
This is my attempt, To take my life back after two decades, To hold my own hand in the dark and walk this path alone. To stop pouring myself into bodies that are already full, To stop trying to hold hands with people whose palms are clenched into fists. This is my fling, To try… Continue reading This Is My Story.
Remember when we were kids? How we used to talk about how we'd grow up, go to college, get a great job, marry someone beautiful and be happy? Someone should have told us, you know. That the world is not all that it seems to be and we should not hope for too much. Someone… Continue reading 7 Things Someone Should Have Told Us.
I am scared that I might actually be wasting away my youth. Settling for things, when I can do better. Accepting a fate that I'm capable of changing. Refusing to think happy thoughts and toying with my health. I am scared that I am relying on a degree I hope to get from a failed… Continue reading I Am Scared, You Know.
You don't get to choose. Which set of people You call family. The kind of people among which you grow. The ones who show you the How to take your first steps. You don't get to pick Which heartache you'll suffer Which hurts your heart Will battle against. You don't get to choose How tall… Continue reading You Don’t Get To Choose.
I write for me. For all the the times I want to Scream, cry and wail, I grab a piece of paper And fill it with tears of ink. I write for me. For all the times I feel empty inside And I become hollow. I grab a piece of paper And bleed on it.… Continue reading Why I Write.
Don't move, child. Sit still. So you don't fall over And hit your head. Don't stand, child. Sit still. I'm older, bigger and wiser. My eyes are enough for both of us. There is no need for you to be on your feet. Don't walk, child. Sit still at home. Let me do all you… Continue reading Sit Still, Child.
We will be fine. We will. And if we end up together, This one, I'm not so sure of. But a tiny voice at the back Of my head keeps whispering it. But if we do I want them to have your heart So they can love without condition And never know how to hold… Continue reading For The Fruits Of The Loins.
Hey you. The tall dark skinned one. Yes. You. I have not been able to say thank you. I'm grateful. I am. For every night you spend with me. Talking about weird funny lines from movies and animations. For every time you make me bare my teeth in sheer excitement, while I listen to the… Continue reading A Note For Someone.