there are just one too many ways i can silence these voices, kill my demons, end this madness— but i choose not to. for killing them means killing me. and killing me means leaving you— i can’t have that.
there’s a striking resemblance to what i feel when the subway train comes, and what i feel when you do. a fear. fear of falling down on the rails, just as the train would pass. fear of falling in your arms, of falling in love too fast. an exhilaration. of when the wind of its […]
it’s all static noise now,
ever since you left.
i stare at the empty space beside me,
and my agony couldn’t be kept.
i screamed and i screamed,
and i clawed at my throat,
but the noise of your absence couldn’t be drowned out.
it went on and on; a single, devastating note.
we lay in a bed of deceit, where our blankets are lies. and underneath the sheets, there is an ocean of alibis. a make-believe love, held together by our pretentions. we convince ourselves that this is enough, that we are nothing short of perfection. ‘i love you,’ you say, and i say i feel my […]
i was reminded of how fragile it all was, of how little time we had, of how delicate the love we share is— i was thrown back to reality so fast, that there was no question; our love was not meant to last. i was reminded of how imperfect we both are, of how impossible […]
she is vicious; always on her toes, she attacks anyone who comes too close she is rabid, she is wild, she’s full of wonder like a child she is untamed; she has no rules to follow she doesn’t bend around a norm, for the norm is afraid to be swallowed by her ecletic views and […]
you don’t get it; i said i won’t leave and there’s nothing you can do that would make me go you think after one breakdown, that after i see your broken form— your real self, naked and bare— i would leave. you think when i witness your demons wreaking havoc and your struggle for control, […]
our love is not a whole picture, not a solid image that speaks so clearly of what we share it spreads in fragments, little pieces, a lot like a puzzle, completed though unclear we are a collection, of what our love is, never only happiness and never only pain moans of pleasure and of agony […]
fall on your knees and tell me you’re sorry, sounds like an order but it’s more like a plea regret what you did and tell me you’ll change, promise me your heart and all the blood in your veins erase her name, her kisses, and her touch from your memory, and i would try to […]
we are a disaster when our lips touch, an earth-shaking explosion that comes in a rush our eyes serve as the trigger and our bodies are the bombs, we detonate through each other’s words— sweet nothings slipping from our tongues our hands are literal hand grenades, making sensations explode in each other’s skin upon contact […]