Missing you is like putting together the pieces of a puzzle without a picture to guide me... I don’t know why or how some things remind me...
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The night we first met You made a deep incision I have yet to bleed The morning after You snapped me out of slumber I am still asleep The l...
Twilight approaches with silence as its only witness. The strong, black brew gently coats my insides and the memory of menthol still ...
I walked up to his door and rang the bell. He stood there and asked me why I was there, what did I want, and why now? I said I was there to...
I can't remember the last time I felt this way... Weightless, uncomplicated, ridiculously hopeful, and so much myself. All it takes is ...
Like the stench of day-old cigarette smoke lingering on a black ruffled top. Like the fine strands of flyaway hair sticking to a cold, b...
All day long people asked her what was wrong. She seemed a bit off, they said. Was everything okay? Did she need anything? Someone offered...
Some days are just a little tougher than the others. I wake up craving you a little more than usual. The shape-shifting distance between u...
There is this little place inside you That I discovered long before you even knew my name. It drew me to you like the ocean meets the ...
Lover, be gentle. Come sit by my side. Tune in to the whispers you cannot hear and the waves that crash beneath the surface of my skin...
She remembers the exact moment when she realised she had grown up. It wasn't the day her marriage had crumbled to dust. Or the time ...
Take me to all the places you've been keeping from me. Even the ones you think I will not like. Especially the ones you think I wil...
The lyrics of Some Kind of Wonderful by The Drifters, one of my favourite songs, interspersed with my own thoughts.... All you have to do ...
The very fate that brought them together is the one that kept them apart for years. Because sometimes, fate arrives with eyes and limbs and...
She is fire. She sparks and rages, spits and smokes, radiates a heat that could burn him to cinders. Oh, but he is water. He g...
At midnight, she peeled the transparent mask off her unwelcoming face and introduced me to her murky mind. Earlier that night I sat close t...
I've lost count of the number of times I have tried to do it. It always starts with a well-intentioned plan. The pros and cons are weig...
Love can be so many things. It can run the entire gamut - from indulging in sweet nothings to witnessing the storms clouds. It can make you...
And in the end, we will count all the things we didn't do. While other lovers piece together moments to map their memories, we will fli...
He uses the sunset to paint over her sorrow. And smears her face with the blue sky, just to smoothen out the lines and frowns. He kisses he...
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