i am afraid of a blank page
i rather read everyone else’s pain
than write down my own

you see

a blank page is like an ocean
i rather not dive into

i never learnt to swim

yet I don’t mind drowning

it’s just that
a blank page is like an ocean
and writing is like boat
that keeps me afloat

when I married you,
it’s as if I smashed a mirror
that punctured me
with seven years of bad luck

Am I finally going to heal?

I feel anemic of this relationship

I have lost a lot of ****** time

I am still bleeding

non- stop

bleeding emotions isn’t my fort

but sometimes these wounds of mine

open deep into the bone.

there’s a splinter stuck in my heart

I can’t pull it out no matter what

I say, God, oh God, help me heal

All I hear is “healing happens from within.”

Yet here i am suturing scars

While wounds remain untouched, left alone

As you see, bleeding emotions isn’t my fort

hence the why,

these wounds of mine have yet to **** me

you see

Stress stretches me
as if I were a rubber band
the more it does
the more resistance I exert
but lately
the resistance is lesser
it feels like it has reach a point
where at any moment
it might just snap

a fish, a dish so delish I relish to eat
with chips with chips
so salty so rich

So now, a fish I wish to fish
To eat demolish in bliss

in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so
yet often times, i bleed

i bleed.

the thorns are thick, my skin is thin

i faint.

the sun awakes me nonetheless
the rain hydrates me, I could care less
these clouds opaque my view, it seems

in fields of roses sweet, i swirl

i bleed.

I was once silence
echoing
loud in your mind


Now I’m just
silence

Sshhh

Good night