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I once tried to write a love poem, But I couldn’t remember how it started. So instead I wrote on a bathroom wall: Love is sexist, It doesn’t treat women right at all. * Her hair tickled the back of his hand as he lay there pretending to snore. She was already well asleep, caught … Continue reading
As I type, your hair is sprawled spaghetti over a pink plush pillow. It is messy. It is tangled in an unkempt slew of knots. It hasn’t been washed in three days. It is perfect. The first time we met, I could’ve sworn it was sunny – even though I know very well it was … Continue reading
This one is to all the ladies out there. You know, those foxy-single-estrogen-spewing-interested-intellectuals-who-read-blogs-by-struggling-nobodies. You know, those late-night-visiters-to-random-pages-because-they-are-trying-to-stave-off-boredom. You know, those picturesque-bombshells-and-grotesque-ogres-alike. You know, the girls. Oh my ladies, how you treat me by reading this. Your presence. Your perfume. Your complexion. It’s all too flattering. Heart-warming, even. This, of course, is addressed to the one … Continue reading
Dear you, This is for those moments left unfinished; those pauses where I still ponder what wonders could of cascaded from your lips, those wishful moments spent lost in between your eyes and your nose, and those fingerprints left on your skin like a pilgrim leaving a trail of stones. It is for when you … Continue reading
When watching tears cascade down your cheeks, the map of harm I have caused stretches out before me. There in your sniffles are the hopes for a history of love that could have played out between us. There in your cracked lips are a story of failure and regret. It wasn’t the tale we imaged … Continue reading
Hello my love. Today I had your name perched on my lips, your scent still glued to my bedsheets. I made your favourite breakfast. I smiled all day. Thank you for letting me smile. Thank you for giving me a reason to smile. I woke up with a bad cough and cigarette ashes plastered to … Continue reading
“You need to live a little” I did. I remember doing it. It was fun. I stared for hours at one thing, not moving my eyes from a single point, trying to memorize the texture, consistency, curvature, and so much more. A silly brain like mine could never handle such a daunting task, so instead, … Continue reading
The following was influenced by Buddy Wakefield. * I am going to squash a killer bee and watch the honey ooze out. Then I’m going pour the sweet nectar into the water of our love, hold my breath, dive in, and come out like a jellyfish. You may say that won’t help but I think … Continue reading
Have you never seen the sunlight stream over a dock; its waters too gentle to be disturbed and too indomitable that it could still sink a ship? Have you not put your ear to the sound of a human balloon and heard something more than hot air thumping? Lub dub. Lub dub. The echoes are … Continue reading
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