[I] couldn't speak so I sett[l]ed.
But y[o]u asked again just before I could find the words.
I mo[v]ed a muscle, turn[e]d around to face [y]ou,
Sealing yet another n[o]n existent space.
If only yo[u] knew what resided within.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
For all the saddest words of tongue and pen,
the saddest is almost.
She almost left her agony of defeat.
She almost broke her walls.
She almost laid down her cards.
She almost found home.
She almost said yes.
They were almost there.
Tonight, she's almost sober.
The moon; the unparralleled witness
of what could have been a radiant tale of amour.
But like almost lovers,
he will forget the color of her eyes
and she will forget his.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
You came across my mind a hundred times today. Is that good thing? Tell me it's not. I don't want a relapse.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
Does it ever cross your mind? The thought of losing me, I mean. Does it sting like fire ants? Painful but not serious.
I don't know when or how the butterflies in my stomach turned to wasps, stinging the muscles, making it sore and burn but I swear at one point, we were the most beautiful human chromosomes paired....
or was it always an option? Leaving me, I mean.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
Trying to soak you up
forever ingrained in my brain.
Perhaps only for a moment,
But a permanent route.
Distracted as I graze
your solar eclipse eyes,
I'd stare into the sun
to feel that way again.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
In another universe, only the two of us can fly 500 ft above the ground and under an old Amaranth tree is where we first said, "I love you"
We learned to drive together. We spent time driving to see each other even just for one night. We never minded the radio station static.
My parents were not strict. I stayed all night at the bar, took cheap shots of brandy. You held my hand like it'll be the last.
In this universe, you never got tired of me. You loved me the whole time.
We never cursed each other that one night. It only took a minute to realize that it was stupid. We never forgot we loved each other.
Here, you never lied to me. You never kissed that girl. Neither of us knew what tears tasted like.
In this universe, darling, we stayed.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Someone will tell you
that she's seeing someone someday
and she's happy
and your hands will stop working.
You'll have to work hard to hold
onto whatever you're holding.
I hope it's not glass,
I hope it's not breakable.
Suddenly you'll remember
everything that you ever loved about her.
Everything that ever moved you to tears,
made your insides feel
like they were tying themselves into knots.
That she was loyal,
that she was open for you,
that she smiled against your mouth when you kissed.
That it felt easy,
like God had put the two of you
together deliberately,
like it had been the plan all along.
But for whatever reason,
you let her go
and you thought that
it was the right thing
and for a little while,
it felt like you knew exactly
what you were doing.
Except now all the parts of you
that touched her knows
that you're never going to be able
to touch her again
and that hurts.
Even your fingers are sad,
even your stomach is aching
from the loss of it all.
You're never going to get that again
and that's why your regret
looks like artwork
that would have been masterpiece
if you'd finished it.
Your regret
looks plucking flower
before it's bloomed.
So maybe you'll call her
and you'll tell her that you miss her
and she'll sound gentle on the phone
but not in love with you anymore.
She'll say
"we happened and we were important
but you let me go,
I'm sorry,
but you let me go
and that's how you'll know"
- Azra. T
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
You are sun and I am moon.
I'll let you shine throughout the day,
But let me glimmer at night.
And on rare occasions,
let us align
and the world will
stare in awe of our eclipse.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
I am alienated from this feeling
until today.
It felt like home,
recognizable,
at ease,
simple,
without any motive to burn.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC