Sanctuary of Bones & Flowers

I am not my tragedy. My trauma is not a mirror. I am more than the scars Vandalized on my skin. I am not a history book; Tracing back my past, Leaving remnants of my present. These pieces are not a reflection Of who I am or who I was. There is a scream choking …

The Cushion

“It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it. You feel it’s something between you and the body.” -David Levithan I found a cushion laying on the floor; squishy and round, it looked horrendous just sitting there —gaudy, plump, and worn-out. How …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …