i think about you a lot more than i show.

someday, i'll be able to listen to music without crying.

what can i do except thank my lucky stars for being loved by you?

a human in love

you walk into the wild, leaving a trail of peonies in your wake. as i trot behind you, i pick them up, and weave them onto my skin. you've made me beautiful. a strong wind carries your scent to me. warm coffee and freshly baked cookies. you smell like home. the birds never tire of singing praises about you. a boy with golden-brown eyes and honey-puckered lips. how godly you look, bathing in the sunlight. if moon saw you, she would blush too. me? i am only human. how can i not fall for you?

my words, they seem feeble. for they don't do enough justice to your glory. if it were upto me, i would paint galaxies on your feet and plant sunflowers in your chest. i would collect the air you breathe out and contain it in a jar. label it "pixie dust". however, i am only human. what can i do except thank my lucky stars for being loved by you?

it's sad, but darling, you're the only thing i know.

withdrawal syndrome

i thought it was love, but turns out you're just a drug. ever since you walked away, i've been yearning for a taste of you. craving for bits and pieces of your attention. dealing with the fury of your absence. everything i do, is a cry for you to notice me. look at me, my love, i've lost my mind.

now the night is young, and i've started itching for your touch. the tension starts building in my stomach; rises to my chest and forms a lump in my throat. i open my mouth and let out a scream that sounds like your name. i'm howling in torment like a werewolf on a full moon. but i'll see you again tonight, and the night after that. because darling i'm a nocturnal animal, and you're my only muse.

don't fall for someone who is not ready to catch you.

a bit of advice

you swept me off my feet that day, as we sat in the backseat of your friend's car. when i saw that smile, i swear for a moment, i forgot how to breathe. everything faded into white noise as our fingers intertwined. nothing else mattered, for as long as you had your eyes on me, i knew i would survive. 6 drinks down, and far away from reality, i had found your love. and i was not ready to let it all go yet. fell into your lap, just as everything came crumbling down. the questions forming a lump in my throat - are you mine? or are you just a delusion i created that makes it easier to breathe?

a bit of advice (to myself) : don't fall for someone who is not ready to catch you.

the aftermath of our love.

i started tracing a knife across my skin. all the places you touched, and all the places you kissed. i miss the way you used to worship my body. i stepped in front of the mirror to admire what had become of me. i saw a labyrinth, that spelt out your name. with the winter sun on my skin, i shone like i used to. shimmering in red and gold, i felt pretty. like a dying star. the teardrops in my sink, a reflection of my sanity, going down the drain. now i'm retracing those same red lines, till consciousness gives up on me. everything is quiet and i'm at peace.

is it even love, if i can't bleed for you?

is it even love, if i can't bleed for you?

what is poetry?

poetry is pain. the pain of loving too much. the kind that leaves you crying, but still wanting more. deathly. poetry is vulnerability, masked by the beauty of words. raw emotions, hidden behind a few rhymes. poetry is hope. the hope to be found, without truly even being lost. to be understood, but not known. poetry is the home that took me in for everytime i was left stranded. poetry is how i remain sane while being insanely in love with you. poetry is how i breathe through the grief of losing you. poetry is how i mourn the death of our love.

poetry, is you.

"what is poetry?"

poetry is how i mourn the death of our love. poetry, is you.

you're not here tonight. so i'll hug the words you left behind.

a graveyard for lovers.

it was a typical summer evening. the air was filled with a bittersweet musk of heartbreak, while the birds sang songs about the death of a lover. that evening, we unanimously decided to conclude our chapter. to bury our my love down. i kissed you goodbye as your eyes lingered for her. i remember how empty it felt on the way back home. home, a word i would never be able to use again, without thinking of you. but it also felt liberating. for my love had been seen, known and felt by you. it didn't make much sense. but neither did we.

today, i walked past the cemetery where we buried our feelings. i think i might've left the grave open.

today, i walked past the cemetery where we buried our feelings. i think i might've left the grave open.

maybe in another life, i'll be yours if you'll be mine.

i was in your arms yesterday. today, we're at each other's throats. you're a monster, yet somehow you're the only dream i seek. i wish i could crawl into your heart, and kiss your wounds. but you won't let me anywhere near it. i wish i knew why.

but it's okay, for i've learnt to love you from a distance.