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 …

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 …

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 …

We Are Time Beings

A few months ago I found a book called “A Tale for the Time Being” by Ruth Ozeki and since then it is my favourite book. At first, I bought it because of the beautiful cover and then the story captured me. Placing my very being into its pages, flipping each one letting it consume my …

Your Favourite Secondary Character

I am not a storyline An imprint on your pages, A traumatic arc To steer your chapters I am not going to be With you For 500 torturous days Loving me for the perfections That you have written Until my flaws reveal I am as mundane as you are Because I forgot To converse in …

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, …