what's wrong with you ?
they ask me all  the time.
i'm wrong  with me ,
i'm too much to live with .

"What is your perception of art? " he asked

I replied " when my name will be carved on your lips in a soft cursive "

Trickle down my wrist
Down to the dark abyss
             There you will meet
With the sorrow of defeat

It always baffled me on how women returned to their violent lovers

And then I realized I was just as foolish//

I had returned to you when you beat my heart to a pulp

When you violently murdered my trust

When you exiled and disregarded my emotions.

-But you see
I am like the sea
Because the shore sends her away everyday and yet she comes rushing back