You had me at the Goodbye you made.

You had me at Goodbye I remember you, My person as you were. I could see how sometimes, A few emotions are just so much connected to a single person that they live along and die as that person leaves. Now, I carry graves. I remember, How you watered lilies and waited for roses to blossom. How you knew everything, every time Until, it was too late. I remember, How you made promises And I kept them always Only to find myself holding the most volatile designation in your life. I could see how people lie between those true lines … Continue reading You had me at the Goodbye you made.

My Silhouettes, Your Shine.

You are an art I discovered, in this journey of time. I recollect memories As when I drew these dark images Struggling to express my own definition of happiness and life. Through the only colour I had, black. Yet, I made improper shapes and proper details. Complicated and serene. Purest of my emotional velvet, green. I kept these imaginations and stories clandestine I had least hope to find silhouettes, I created In someone I can call mine. And then, I met you, Dear most. Your reflections and rhymes. Your oldest soul shined, Spreading glitters to those black, deep black drawings … Continue reading My Silhouettes, Your Shine.

A Raw Love Letter.

Dearest, If you’ve chosen me, you must be non routine. If you’ve fallen in love with me, you must be brave. As I scribble through these lines trying to pour a rather framed, fabricated version of all the disaster that I carry, I would mention that If I hold you today, I’ll hold you even tighter tomorrow. I’d be interested in everything you are scared  to reveal. I’d observe what you speak when you look for silence Or what you feed yourself when you are more than hungry Or maybe where exactly you hide your demons. I’d count not your … Continue reading A Raw Love Letter.

Pretentious Flesh.

How often are these eyes used so ironically, Seeing only the outside. Particular and stuck Damned by that shape Them perfect abs And skinny ass Those salad diets and crop tops To show it The body, greatly made. But to improve the mind, Ah, heart ache. And to believe that, The shape of your flesh Over your not so uniquely shaped skeleton Means everything. You’re ready for life. However, What about soul detoxification? About taking soul on a diet, a strict diet? What if it’s heavier than the body can ever be? Or has lacked nutrition, pathetically. These ounces take … Continue reading Pretentious Flesh.