Heartbreak. So much confined in a single word. Like falling into an abyss without a bottom. Falling, terrified to accept that I am. Eyes so full of memories they can barely contain tears. Arms, lost when they can’t find your body to squeeze and have you tell me the world is still alright, still alright. … More And if I stared too long, I’d probably break down and cry
The floor you run upon
Is bound to fall
The cage you’re running from
Will call with love
The bridges you burnt
The people you hurt … More For a heart in a heartless town
I’m terrified of people. Not scared. Not apprehensive. Not mistrusting. Terrified. Run-to-the-closet-and-hide-in-it-terrified. I don’t dislike them – I fall in love with them quite often, whether as best friends or lovers or family. I fight for them. I fight them. No, I don’t. That strikes the nail on the head quite well. I don’t fight … More So how do we win?
It’s a complicated world. You think you are pretty and amazing, but then remember people who are the objects of silent ridicule because they overestimate themselves so much (seriously, it’s objectively quite funny). How would you even know if you are one of them – they certainly don’t! You think you should accept you are … More Let’s hurt tonight
You slow everything down
with the tips of your fingers. … More Winter’s love
I come from a galaxy of thoughts, each bent on making myself occupy as little space as possible. I come from clenched fists, refusing to let go of scars and stories. I come from one eye on the dark movie screen and one on the exit door (just in case). I come from flimsy sweaters … More Since I had a loaded gun
Let’s write letters. Beautiful words, old ink pens and cheap paper.
Let’s text, old school. Limited characters , no emojis and lots of I-love-yous.
Let’s talk on the phone, let’s laugh. Listen to me laugh at my own jokes, tell me about your day. … More Mirrors
There’s a maze in my head.
I run till my knees buckle and my feet stumble.
I wearily look at the horizon and pound the fleshy road, fighting to get ahead. (…) … More When I lose my head I lose my spine
When you go away,
as you will –
I shall send you postcards from the edge. (…) … More Postcards from the edge
Your face changes shape, like
water rippling under a violent, but well-meaning wave.
Your eyes crease, not in a smile, (…) … More Staring at the bottom of your glass