When they tell me
"we understand"
I take them seriously
because they will always
be under
the impression
that they know

It's more
than just
a taste
when my tongue
forgets flavor
and only
savors

"What have I done?"
asked my life.

"Ruined me"
replied my heart with strife.

"It's alright"
answered my mind.

"You still beat, right?"
asked my body.

"Sometimes, I think"
replied my heart

"When?"
asked Time

"I have yet to find out"
said my eyes

The things
left unsaid
left us
breathless

Of all the sins
I have committed
by far the strongest
and strangest
is creating
a lover
that
I only
see..

Sometimes the rambling
of your thoughts
in the middle of night
alone
is the only music you need
to keep you company
till dawn!

I suddenly awoke from hypnosis
my eyes no longer dilate
at your sight
but my
mind expands when my thoughts
sneak out to dance with the idea of you
in the middle of the night on a white sheet
with ***** lead shoes writing the story of
what my heart wanted, my mind thought
and poetry yearned for

There is a person
in me
the surfaces
when my
inhibitions
drown
"who are
you?"

I ignored the universe
when it
showered me with signs
over and over

I changed paths
took detours
redrew a map

But at the end of it all
looks up
Hi.
Again.

Today
I closed my
ears
for
I don't want
to listen
to the beats
of my
own heart

I can't keep my
mind shut
and my heart
quiet
for the key
to locking them
got lost
the day
I learned
that,
"all is fair in love
and war."

Hope you are doing well on all levels.
This is an apology to all the insults
I have rained on you
to all the curses
I have cussed
to all the mistreatment
that I have voiced
when you lead me down paths
of broken dreams.
I want to apologise for being irrational
I had no idea, you had it planned
all along.

Sincerely,
Sorry Self

(R)emember
who you ar(e)
no matter
the mold(s)
you have to
ste(p) into.
B(e) their
an(c)hor
tha(t)
never
tilts

I do not write for you
I write about you..
Well not about you, about you
but about what you would be
had I wanted to add
a new character
to my fiction

Kindly find attached
empty documents
of diluted nights
blurry with alcohol
smudged with tears
filled with embarrassment
that actually now
don't matter enough
to be remembered.

Sincerely,
Memory Loss

Falling in
is easy
But

How does one falling out
when falling requires gravity and all I want is to do the opposite...
to climb out
claw my way out
from the void that ****** me
into
toxicity

My papers
bled every time
I scarred them
with my quill
injecting
my lines
with your
name

Today
I felt defeated
yet happy
that I lost a part of me
that somehow
dragged me down
and
honestly
a sense of
peace
overcome me
completely

The tabs of my mind
miss your fingers
skimming through them
index first
middle next
till you find yourself
running till you
find
thoughts of
you

He ran his fingers
up and down her spine
like a cello
and with every glide
she released a sigh
that composed a melody
a symphony
that tuned
the night
their night

"What is your greatest fear?" he asked.

"For words to flee" she said.

The fault
in my lines
is that they too
are scared
you'd read
your name
in between

I rewind
unwind
repeat
my prayers
and restart
replay
my days again
in hopes
of a
different
movie

For some reason
our "happily ever after"
tends
to replay our
first encounter
over and
over   ........ and over....
                      over......and over....
                                                   .... over.....

A writer in love....
" .............
......................
................
...........­....
....................

......................
........
......­.............................."

Note: for the poem above, ask the lover

When
there's that certain
tapping on
a fragile heart
there's that
salty raindrop
collecting
in your
eye

I have always worn
my heart on my sleeve
and now,
summer
is around the corner
sleeves are no longer worn
and my heart.. well
it's torn...
between where to be shown
or should I play
a game and leave it
in the unknown?

Someone told me you're still pretty
you still wear your 20's in your 30's
bite your nails when angsty
and stutter when jittery

Someone told me you still fly
making the earth your sky
falling out of being shy
into living a different reality

Someone told me you still cry
when you're feeling, everything really...
turning your cheeks red with salty tears
chafing childhood from baby cheeks

Someone told me you...still...

There are some
things
my memory
remembers
to forget
and others
forgets
to
remember

I fel(l)
in (.....)
t(o)o hard
I felt
hea(v)y
and my
heart
brok(e)

"Look at the moon"
he said
"Here have it, with the memory
of me"
she said

Someone told me
"love looks at decent
ones "

I nodded, sighed, and smirked
but love
made me
like
this

Unleashed my curls
broke my walls
shattered
my people-pleasing
sharpened my poetry
silenced my loud voice
widened my eyes
encouraged my heart
undressed my façade
made me dance naked
in the face of judgement,
sing the songs of truth
and fall in love with
all things wrong
right, left, ugly, beautiful
and gave strength
to the choice that
always stood in the back
but now takes center stage

"Love left me right",
"Love leaving, made me write"
I replied

Lonely Lullabies
                 Lull Lost Adults
                                 Loosely into Lockdown
                                                     As they drown in
                                                                          Sleepless Slumber

When a heart
forgets
how to heart

A mind how
to
mind

A logic
how to
logic

A human
how to
align with
all the above

I scared
the doubt
out of
me
When I
found m
                    y  
                           s
                                     e
                                             l
                                                       f

I  collected dust
over the years

They filled my hands
with worries and fears

Today I threw them
to the skies
they turned to stars
that glittered away

I drank
till my inhibitions
sat on the shelf
next to the bottle
I saw them dilute
with my logic
"Hello pretty one" I heard
and my mind
smiled

Waiting for the sun
to line the cusp of dawn
wetting the cigarette path
that has ashed my throat
with the last sip of yesterday
I saw my tomorrow
sugarcoated with a hangover
and sprinkled with reality

I am still alive

Her love
was a cocktail
too strong
to handle
too sweet
to ignore
too poisonous
to taste
yet too
colorful
to dissect

My pen knows no shame
the paper doesn't judge