your first love’s tattooed on your heart and it burns, still burns like it was just yesterday they decided to be fire instead of water.
How many more scars do you need on your body to remind you of the existence of some dark place? To remind you to not stray too far To not bring along people whose hands cannot build home or hold one down?
there’s a way you hang on to words even after the last letter has escaped the lips even after the last pause even after the last exhale that is you being expectant that somehow the lie will be given up and the truth will, for once, make an appearance and when it doesn’t when it … Continue reading The Lying Game
Your walls will go up again. And this time you will swear it. You will swear to keep them standing. You will swear to protect yourself. You won’t break like tired wood. You won’t fall. Your bridges won’t burn because there will be none – no crossing to the other side. No marching against yourself. … Continue reading Homecoming
Lies. Like adrenaline pump life. Make us woke. In just enough time to do foolish things. Because one-night stands are stories we swear to never repeat Until our bodies catch feelings and we attempt to burn evidence of it In several wild sexcapades. Truth. There is something about a person needing several shots of … Continue reading For A, and the many times you have burnt my body
For our rogue minds have a mind of their own. And everything is right in the moments when they are for us. Like when we won’t let go because we want to be ‘happiness’ for others at all cost, —without permission, even if it means a bad relationship. Because convenience is staple and maybe lives … Continue reading Emotional Psychosis
Every day we discover parts of ourselves we never thought existed That beyond the chaos and the suffering Beyond our fears and our many lacking things There is a will, more resolute than just conquering life A promise and hope within us that we desperately must cling to We have so much strength is it … Continue reading Life: Conquering It, Living It
Actually, this was inspired by the #kpodolachallenge. But (of course!) since I didn’t get around to submitting it, I figured maybe I should post it on here. Because love, this morsel, is just not enough There’s no such thing as a ‘sort of relationship’ There’s no ‘kind of, maybe, let’s be together’ There’s no doubt, ‘baby, … Continue reading Because love, this morsel, is just not enough
We are ruins We are fallen towers We are remnants of Fragments of Our broken selves We are pieces And loose ends Bits and bobs Bric-a-brac Rubbles and shards We are tempestuous spirits Breaking walls People with spikes for bodies And rootless limbs for souls We are mares and stallions Running free Wildflowers Thriving on … Continue reading People of unquenchable fires
There is no story of love without sacrifices No joy where there’s never been pain There’s no happiness where sorrow hasn’t thrived There’s none. No victories without labor. There’s not a sacrifice greater than loving without self Or any pain larger than a soul without joy There’s no sorrow more deathly than an unhappy heart … Continue reading Labor of love