A universe opens up and spills the fruits of a conversation Two beings placed upon a seat unknowing what will happen In a moment the words ignite passion Eyes locking-in as they learn something new and you can’t look away Blink and the moment is gone, look and the moment is concealed But at the …
It happened again: We were both in my bed Naked and carefree of any upcoming endeavour. I had you in my arms. You were the smaller spoon and we proved to the gods our contours express harmony. Two tetris pieces bonded by the same ideology. You always loved Tetris. We were built under the same …
One post: I hate her Why do I write about her? Next post: I miss her I write what I feel; Scattered feelings reflecting A moment in time
This isn’t the first time writing about this, but I must reiterate and stress over the detail that I really suck at saying goodbye- almost to a point I hate them. Most recently, a friend named Melody who I’ve held dearest to my heart had returned for a visit. I was most excited to see …
On this day Three hundred and sixty-five days ago We sat in silence and held hands and sat in silence On this day Three hundred and sixty-five days ago Tears ran down our cheeks As we held each other Tightly Unconditionally On this day Three hundred and sixty-five days ago The first day of the …
I was always stuck With the grandiose idea that you were the one And always believing That the future will bring us back together Foolish. I took a step back And reassessed everything that I once stood up for I once stood up for you I tried my absolute hardest to make you likeable Amongst …
First date: Hanging out Second date: She’s pretty cool Third date: Enamoured
Thirty: A Suicide follows a man coping with the mistakes he’s committed. After a failed attempt at ending his life, he turns to his journal for a solution. Dear reader, 2:52am. 4 hours since I was upstairs atop my apartment building, failing to kiss the cement below. I’ve been awake for 29 hours now and …
Time is moving. It can’t be held back, pushed forward, obtained or lost. Whether or not you like it, time progresses without you. It took me a while to realize I can’t get back what I want. I can’t go to a place in time where I was happy, where I was comfortable, and more …
Anxiety is her name And she is pulling me towards her A time that once existed And a time that may not arrive Her name holds my throat And holds my eyes And holds my thoughts I can’t escape her Because I am waiting I am waiting for this to end I am waiting for …
