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 …

Love in a distance, love in a pandemic

Our relationship is a routine With organized bullet points, Colour-coded priorities, And unchecked boxes Setting dates and alarms Making room for unscheduled moments Of comfort, Of peace, Of laughter, And quiet contentments Then we’re back on track With pixelated Zoom meetings Spending five minutes Asking if you can hear me Over and over and over …

Timetable of Us

7:05 am on a Saturday Good morning texts and motivational affirmations Flood my inbox Because it is your priority On the top of your to-do list On the Google Calendar agenda, I have made for you My love language is time But I took it too literally Placing our past, present, and future In bullet …

Afraid to be your reason

My biggest fear in a relationship is someone giving up everything for me. Their identity, dreams, friends, and create this new life around me. I am afraid they would slowly brew resentment, listing down regrets and what-ifs they forgot to consider. I’m afraid when the days are silent, they create scenarios of decisions they never …

Dear Kenneth, I Love You

Our first conversation was through text We were sitting in the same room Without the “will he or will he not reply” anxiety I was talking while you were typing Because you were unable to speak You were sweet but kind of impulsive You met me out of recommendation After a wisdom tooth extraction For …

Every Now And Then

There’s this thought That creeps around Every now and then But never too often That one day You’ll leave Others have knocked on my door They offered sweeter words And a promise of pleasure But you were the one Who stood out You didn’t carry a bribery Instead, you held out your hand I took …

Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

I want to wake up next to you Wrapped around in your arms Or back to back on the opposite sides of the bed All I want is to know your presence I want to wake up smelling coffee Brewing, while you try to cook breakfast It’s either burnt or slightly cooked We opt for …

Poem Day 4: Us

You’re the love I thought was made-up My partner in crime But never justified my mistakes I see lights after holding your hand I reach out to an empty space Hoping you’re on the other side of the bed I’d give anything to wake up beside you Every morning and every night Have you be …