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 …

one more before our last

Hold me close one more time One more kiss, One more touch, And one more kind word Before the night ends Let us collect Every “one more” moment Be selfish for a while Before they become fond nostalgia Peeking through rose-tinted lenses Hold my hand one more time, Hide under the covers one more time, …

Pieces of Peace: An Old Routine

I found myself in somebody else’s bed again. I’ve already mastered this routine, a few bottles here and there. Now I’ve lost my phone in this unfamiliar mess. Tip-toeing the hallways, finding pieces of my self-worth scattered on the floor. There are times, I’d wake up next to a stranger and other days I see …

Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With

I was thirteen-years-old when I had my first kiss.  It was wet. I didn’t understand what was happening. Was it supposed to feel this way? I’ve watched enough teen sitcoms and romantic comedies to know how a kiss should look like. Assuming it felt as great as having a killer soundtrack while you’re making out. …

To the Boy with the Blue Guitar

I placed you on a pedestal No, I made you a throne to sit on However my efforts were wasted I promise this is my last piece I promise this is the last time you will ever be mentioned in my poetry Because I am tired of revisiting old conversations Same old metaphors all referring to you. …

The One That Got Away

This is for the one that got away You left before the apology But I was the idiot whose pride Was too big to swallow But light enough not to drag my feet As I walked away You are the memories I wish that never happened But I will twist my sanity If I ever …

Two Years Ago

It’s been two years I remember college orientation It’s been two years I remember that mix you gave me It’s been two years I remember your blue guitar It’s been two years I remember your vinyl collection It’s been two years I remember our favourite bands It’s been two years I remember our favourite songs …

For the One Who Loves The Pain

This is for the broken soul He drinks coffee in the middle of the night Avoiding the hour hand as if time does not exist As if sleep is an inconvenience and not a need He is an insomniac who writes until the caffeine wears off This is for the one haunted by his demons …