Wind kissed souls,
at midnight.

World move below,
from top it glow.

Stars cover the sky,
so high,
the scene made,
my heart so shy.

life, has had its few licks of me – to envelop me in its envelope;
a sad message to myself. but don’t we all wish we were perfect
messages from God, a bit heaven sent? to the people who worry
what people say about them – their weight of words; drowning
more in people’s words, then any piece of writing in the Word

p.s, a well written letter to myself – I’ve been trying to line up
most of my better memories in alphabetic form; while holding
a solitary feather. I got stuck at the letter A, to list all of my
achievements

hoping to steal time like a stolen kiss; conscious thoughts that
escape my lips – speaking of me as someone you’d truly miss.
as I sign a message of my life in the ink of my fallen tears
       trying to stick onto the side of hope, as a sticky note!

W,

When I talk about
my past lovers,
it's only with
the intention of
making you
jealous.

Love,
ML

sometimes I really hate your guts
"Is Rosie hanging out with them now?"
"is she one of them"
what the **** does that mean

you're lucky i'm scared of confrontation
otherwise I would have left you in 4th grade
when you ghosted Kai because she dared to have another friend
when you ignored me and Rowan because you got in trouble with your parents and we had the nerve to be there
why did I have to apologize then?
why did I have to be the messager between you and Kai?

"What will I do when you've moved"
I know you say that
but do you really mean it?

Do you talk behind my back just like you talk behind Rosie's?
"Why is Ahalya hanging out with them, is she one of them?"
"Ahalya thinks i'm mad at her"
"She follows me around all the time, she's so annoying"

i'm not even sure I want to be your friend anymore