WHO AM I BENEATH THIS GIVING?
Am I a tiny seed, buried under helping hands, growing sideways, hiding from the sun? Am I a stitch—pulled tight, holding others’ pieces together, coming loose only when no one…
Category Love & hurt
THE LAST BORN CREED
I carry more than I should, my heart heavy with what others call love how can I drop what they call love? Still, I wonder: if I learn to say…
Like You Never Were
There was this day I used to think Pretty soon, there would be no distance between us. Today I woke up And it’s not about you. It’s like you never…
After February
-After February- Dear Beloved, Amidst the month of love, we did embrace, Sharing endearments in each other’s space, Sharing our hearts’ most intimate trace. On that fourteenth…
Don’t Say
Don’t Say You Love Me Don’t say you love me, Don’t just use words Like a politician’s charm That echo in the air. Demonstrate your love to…
The last of Us
In our hurts, we bleed, From the pain of old wine we’ve freed. Lost in sweet memories, now hard to maintain, We laughed, we fought, yet we couldn’t sustain. We…
LOOK GOOD, ACT BAD
Angel in words but devil in deeds. They walk the streets like they’re the sweetest treat. Back straight, heads high like a mannered guest. But they’re nothing less than hypocrite…
