Countdown

Ten I'm completely smitten By everything you have and do And by the possibilities you hold in you Nine I'm invisible to you Unless you realize asking me Is the best alternative for most things Eight I steady myself It has long been the right time To accept that I deserve better than what you... Continue Reading →

Feelings

Of all the feelings in the world There's one I find the most difficult to admit to But let me unfurl the list of those That would not seem new to you Envy: Her arms around your shoulders Never did they ever belong The evilness inside me Finds a solid reason to be born Selfishness:... Continue Reading →

Seconds

Why is it that the second time you fall in love, there is an echo at the back of your head telling you to stop before it's too late? Like a siren sets off every time you allow yourself to indulge in romantic delusions, warning you of one more upcoming heartbreak. Your heart beats for... Continue Reading →

For the first time

Something I wrote when I did not know what actual heartbreak feels like (it isn't something I would wish upon my worst enemies). It is funny how we write things in the past that make no sense in the present yet can't dump into the trash because it wasn't such a bad work of writing... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I wonder…

Sometimes I wonder... how were you going to tell me? That you loved me and wished to be with me for all of what was left of eternity. Did you think I was unaware of your feelings? Because I was sure from the very first day when we spoke and you looked so deep into... Continue Reading →

Nightmarish collision

Maybe it was a dream I'm struggling to remember where I fooled myself into believing that another person was capable of loving me whole. You seem now like a trick played by my mind when my heart was at its most vulnerable phase and invited in the danger of being smitten by a charming stranger,... Continue Reading →

The Ashley Continuum: Chapter 9

Will 2020 be the year of Ashley? Let's see... One of my old friends (this is different from the ex-friends category), once told me she hadn't seen me cry. And it made me wonder what sort of friend would want to see another's sadness (my choice of friends is obviously commendable). Actually what sort of... Continue Reading →

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