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 …

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 …

Pieces of Peace: Lonely Morning Hangovers

I want to wake up beside you because I want to know how it feels when your body curls next to mine. I want to feel your skin under the covers and our legs intertwined. I want to feel your lips pressed on my forehead as you slowly doze off. Your arms wrapped around me …

Late Night Love

Tired city lights, lazy neon signs, and street lamps people looking for bar stools, lonely eyes and a drink Shmucks looking for love in a lust filled palace a mix of desperate lovers and horny bastards doing anything to get into someone’s pants covering tanlines where wedding rings were supposed to be There’s the lonely …

Tale of Two Loves

  Your love chokes me and I no longer want thatI said you take my breath awayBut you are crushing my windpipeYour love makes me bleed, your love makes me cryLove hurts but we took the metaphor literallyWhen I said I wanted a crazy kind of loveCall me insane kind of loveWhat you gave me …

What I Meant

When I said let’s go out for coffee I meant to ask if you like me When I said I like talking to you I meant to say I’m crazy about you When I said I write poetry I meant I’m all out of inspiration And I’m tired of writing about him When I can …