To The Voice (Breathless)

“The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.” ― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down “Good morning!” Or at least that’s what I want to say But every time I wake up I hold my breath Constraining myself Because there’s a voice …

I’ve Seen This Film Before

My friends never liked you and I can’t blame them. They were happy when I finally got you out of my system. Unfriended, blocked, and deleted. If they knew you crossed my mind once again, there’ll be an intervention. I can hear their nagging types on their keyboard until our chat boxes are filled with …

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 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 …

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 …