the countless times
our lips
brushed past
each other.
my lips were demanding
but my heart refuses.
when i thought
alcohol
could give me a sense
of confidence.
"coward."
warning signs were
plastered on your
face but how could
i say no.

loving  you was like putting a gun through the head

why does everything have to be one sided

actions speak louder than words,
yet those glances sneak on me just says it all.
they are minuscule but shouts a thousand meanings.

its quality not quantity
regardless of the days, months, years
it was only for 1 night and i think ive
already known half of your life.

1 name, 3 syllables
i still think of you

we're like romeo and juliet
minus the gender expectations and suicide.



-a tragedy

im stuck in denial of the
thought if not having u
but if i do
will it suffice
the missing part of
my heart
thats supposed to belong to u?

i keep letting people break my walls once theyre done with the last brick they leave.
they leave me with the bricks ill have to rebuild again. over and over.
but im used to it. itll be like a strand of my hair that sticks between the tooth gaps of my teeth or tripping over the crevices of the sidewalks when "you" were aware of the cracks but chose to fall because you were stubborn kind of thing.