I become extremely destructive when I'm in love. Is it even love if it's destructive? can I even love? People talk highly of love and portray it as this beautiful thing but it is the most destructive emotion there is. Love is like a facade you could lose yourself in. Love is just an attachment. … Continue reading .
Paris screams your name. I wish you would answer it back. I wish you'd have a look around. Would you believe me if I told you everything I see spells out your name? I promise you I'm not lying. Turns out, you're not only present in your city alone. Baby, you are everywhere I go … Continue reading Paris and you
You're the most intricate puzzle I've had the privilege of solving. Time ticked slowly when I was with you, granting me enough time to unwind your brains and unfold your ripped corners, very carefully. Growing up, I was the best at puzzles. I remember wandering through bookstores trying to look for puzzle books to solve … Continue reading solved
There are parts of me that believe I shouldn't have let go of things that I have, things that I have forgotten, every event and character that has shaped the malformed mirage of this ever-shifting identity. There's a desire to over complicate and over analyze loss, and worst of all; to solidify it. To make … Continue reading –
My silence feels like a heavy slink tied around my vocal cords. I don’t want to speak anymore. for I am afraid of what and how the words would come out of my heaving lungs. I thought it was funny how our mouths can utter words without asking permission from our conscience. How you always … Continue reading
Remember that rooftop, bare skinned, dunked in full moon feelings? We both were lying together with our arms interlocked, star-gazing. All our dreams came true. That shooting star we saw that night was useless. You pointed at it and told me something cheesy, something that only you would say, "baby, you are the only shooting star I need." … Continue reading To all the things we did.. from a distance
the bitter taste of disdain on my lips the lifelessness of my body May is where the heartless reside 2nd of May is your birthday after all these years you still hold me captive you occupy more than you think my tries of burying you deep have all been fruitless May is for the heartless … Continue reading let me go