Hey, you I'm just now leaving Can I come around later on this evening? Or do you need time? Yes, of course, that's fine Hey, you Good morning I'm sure you're busy now, why else would you ignore me? Or do you need space? You can't help it if your mind has changed You're so … Continue reading Break My Heart Again
I love you more than tea or books, or the smell of rain in the sand. There's a word for that. It's called petrichor. Not for the love that I had for you. That I still have for you. The word is meant for the smell of the rain, but that's irrelevant for the moment. … Continue reading Just a bad dream
I wrote this poem when I was eighteen and had been through a devastating blow of losing the first person I fell in love with along with the pain of knowing that I was being cheated on, let alone being harassed and abused and gaslighted in the name of love. Eighteen is just too young … Continue reading Losing love in July
I feel empty.