Muse’s Epiphany

I enjoyed the taste of poison With every brush of your lips For just one moment I built a future with you in my head As you re-sketched and erased Every version of me you wanted I was the object of your affection The fantasy you wanted to frame Until I became a scrapped idea …

Mosaic of Stars and Scars

I woke up to the sound of your frustration And saw scattered papers of unimaginable views, Puzzle pieces of torn pictures With colorful and vibrant hues Lay on the floor It was a mosaic of broken inspiration You were unsatisfied with your pages Splattering your dizzying thoughts Then you grabbed my arms And started scribbling …

I wish I was straight

If you ask me if I am proud I will gladly say that I am But there are days I often wonder How easy life could’ve been if I was straight I’m not daydreaming of still playing a charade Or trying to find my way back into the closet No, I wonder how life would …

The Break-Up Conversation

This is the break-up conversation we never had. I am not good with break-ups. Whether I’m the one being dumped or doing the break-up, the conversation surrounding it is not that easy. Most of the time, I’d wait for one of us to bring it up then accept whatever happens –then prepare my Taylor Swift …

I Want To Be My Own Person

I am somebody’s calm While I am my own chaos I am somebody’s comfort While I live in anxious thoughts I am somebody’s peace of mind And I don’t know how to be my own I am somebody’s wisdom While my own words feel too distant It feels like a foreign language I never learned …

Thank You For A Sign

There was a flower resting outside my window. The wind blew fallen leaves and petal from towns away. One managed to stay whole, as pretty as it first bloomed, through the long journey while its friends and twigs withered with the breeze. I’d like to think it’s a gift from you. A sign I desperately …

The Perils of Writing Anxious

I rearranged my worries into an incoherent thought There is no logic or common sense Even if I proofread its sentences The clutter of the words will attack me They are hard to read But easy to digest How can something so poorly written, Badly structured, and filled with made-up words Cloud my better judgment, …

I am a work of art

He forgot to draw my eyes He drew my lips but they could not part They are rose-colored pillows resting on my face Curved as a smile for his comfort He kisses them every morning Gently with a grin He sketched my ears, so I can listen to him Ramble about his day as I …