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 …

This was supposed to be an Americano

I forgot what I was supposed to order. I know that it’s their job to smile but dammit his smile was charmingly distracting. So I ordered the first thing I saw on the menu, regretting it once it was served. He called out my name, my heart jumped but sunk when I’ve tasted my mistake. …

Pieces of Peace: Lonely Morning Hangovers

I want to wake up beside you because I want to know how it feels when your body curls next to mine. I want to feel your skin under the covers and our legs intertwined. I want to feel your lips pressed on my forehead as you slowly doze off. Your arms wrapped around me …

Stop Staring

Stop looking at me. It’s weird but at the same time I don’t want you to stop looking at me. There’s comfort in your eyes that I never thought existed. I just smile back because you make my words numb. You make such a shallow reason for staring deeper than it’s supposed to be. It’s …