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 …

Bluebeard’s Guest

One foot into the door, I saw the skeletons fall “Be my guest,” you said leading me to the bedroom Passing the locked doors of the castle Welcoming me in the warmth of your embrace Saying this can be our sanctuary, As I entered the room, I felt the cold Your fingers caressing my lower …

Rewriting Fantasy

Over and over you had me making revisions Until you were the protagonist of the story The hero, The Romeo, The Prince, And my king I have spent too many nights rewriting you As the savior, the white knight A story I didn’t know how to write sober Few glasses of wine, I turned you …

December Ruins and Newly Built Skies

You created a mural from the pieces of my wasted time Tracing back the history before the one they rewritten for me Revised their stories where I was the villain laying on her wreckage Thank you for growing flowers through the cracks on the concrete Allowing me to rebuild this sanctuary Sweeping the rubble from …

He Told Me He Was Old School

When a man tells you that he is an “old-school” kind of lover He is not a dapper ready to sweep you off of your feet He is no gentleman with manners or good-intentions Careful darlings, these old school lovers think in black and white Our new world is too colourful for them to handle …

You Remind Me Of The Type

Trust me, I know the type I kept his memories inside a luggage Along with his old jacket and deleted texts When I saw that smile, I knew He reeked of cigarettes and cheap cologne Strutting around disguising unwanted advances As harmless flirtation Tricking you into banter and secrets Hiding behind charming smiles And welcoming …

Stuck Inside, Stuck In My Mind

Everything feels heavy My steps continue to drag across the floor Too tired to get up Too tired to walk and run But where else can I go? The only places I’ve been Are the kitchen and the bedroom Yet it feels like I’ve spent hours Traveling to and from the stairs It could be …

Maybe in Another Life(time)

It has been a while since I’ve written something I’ve liked. After listening to Ben&Ben’s Lifetime, I decided to write a reply to the protagonists’ feelings. The story on the other side of the one that got away, feelings are too complicated for a scenario like this. Maybe an apology is due but there are no words that perfectly …