Hi there, guy with the glasses.
I like how you push your glasses up your nose,
a million times a day.
How you laugh away when they ask you how you are
and all the things that you don't say.
I love awkward silences with you
and that time we sat on the concrete, watching the ocean.
When I think of you, I think of
several little glances, empty lanes at evening and Harry Potter.
I like how your eyes are a universe of memories
and when you blink, it's almost like fireflies in the night.
Hey you, guy with the glasses,
even in your darkness, you're so full of light.
Also, I like the shape of your face, your crooked smile
and your handwriting in blue ink.
I like those T shirts you repeat, that classroom seat
and your voice at the other end of the phone.
Hi there, guy with the glasses.
Sometimes when I think of you, I think of
incomplete sentences, dried flowers in cards and
a heavy heart on a rainy day.
I think about,
how you laugh away when they ask you how you are
and all the things that you don't say.

The first man that I ever fell for
treated me like that vibrant shirt in his closet that
he never chose to wear but never could throw away.
But I never left,
I sat instead in a pile of wrinkled fabric waiting to be worn.
And wear, he did.
Four years of pixie dust and careless romance till the day,
I said I did not want to be with him anymore.
"But why?" he asked. "I'm not happy." I replied.
And then came, her.
She lived far away in another world
with her beautiful lover that she sang of, everyday.
and to love her would have gone in vain.
But love, I did. Because
my heart is as big as the ocean with roaring waves of affection
but it's a shame that you cannot contain an ocean
in tiny glass jars.
I crave for sorrow and flaws,
my daydream is a love story with a sad end.
I don't go looking for relationships, promises or fairy tales.
I crave for salty tears, thunderstorm kisses and
magnificent words that sound like crashing waves at the shore.
I don't want you to stay with me for a lifetime,
I want instead,
is inspiration, your thoughts in my head and my thoughts in yours
and our temporary happiness to get by.

It has been raining all day today
and in the afternoon there was a lightning
and I felt like someone  lit up firecrackers.
I did not take a nap today,
I sat listening to melodies
and drenched in melancholy.
I was happy for a while
but then I was blue
for a while.
Then I sat down to write
about the rain and my drenching.

Everyone that I know is a stranger
but strangers are the same, I'd say.
we crave for the warmth from another skin
just in the same way.
When it is raining outside
and your bed is blistering cold
I'll be there next to you, you see.
But all I ask for, my dear stranger,
don't fall in love with me.
You can dig your nails
in my soft, plump skin
and ask about my scars but I won't tell.
No sweetheart, you'd know me too well.
I will give you my all
and if you crave for even more,
I swear I will fetch you the sea.
And you can make me foolish promises
but just don't fall in love with me.
We live in this world with the
lust of power.
Or is it the power of lust to watch out for?
Does it make sense to you or
does it even matter?
It's just superstition and folklore.
Come with me, sweet stranger.
Do you understand by now
that I only exist in your reverie?
At the cold break of dawn,
in thin air I'll be gone.
So, don't fall in love with me.

First of all, stop being such a feminist.
Feminism does not advocate equality of the sexes.
It advocates that you are a *****.
Stop saying how you feel.
Stop screaming that it hurts. Just take it, *****.
Stop being such a girl all the time.
Yes, I used the G word. The highest insult there is.
Are you going to cry about this
or man up and deal with it?
Listen, he does not like you hairy down there.
So shave up real good. But ******,
you are taking too long! You don't want to be late.
Hurry up, do it quickly!
Don't worry about the razor cuts, you have a date!
Oh no, he is here already. Apologize.
Laugh, when his friend smirks at him-
"Women, huh?"
Be yourself but don't be too you.
Don't be offended. Laugh.
Be the girl he is proud to have.
The most important of all -
Stop complaining.
There are certain things that he likes; accept it.
He likes to watch the game,
hang out with his homies once in a while.
Also, the occasional  appreciation
for the hottie at the bar.
Remember, it is okay.
But make sure you don't like to shop a lot.
You don't want to fit the stereotype, girl!
Make sure you- like- don't-like-talk, I mean, like this.
Ditch the red lipstick. Don't try to look too pretty.
Pretty means dumb.
So what if he does not remember your anniversary?
Don't nag him about it.
Look down and smile when he says to you, before leaving-
"Bros before hos."
Don't start crying like a girl, **.