i can’t have that

there are just one too many ways i can silence these voices, kill my demons, end this madness— but i choose not to. for killing them means killing me. and killing me means leaving you— i can't have that.

subway trains and you

there's a striking resemblance to what i feel when the subway train comes, and what i feel when you do. a fear. fear of falling down on the rails, just as the train would pass. fear of falling in your arms, of falling in love too fast. an exhilaration. of when the wind of its…

for when you feel nothing

Read this when you feel nothing.   And by nothing, I mean everything at once.   When the walls you’ve slowly built around your fragile heart have been bombarded yet again by the painful words.   When you thought you were strong enough to just ignore them, but still, the walls crumble, still, the walls…

i love you

i don't think saying i love you all the time discards it's worth--it actually adds up to every single time you say it. i could say 'i love you' on a whim, say it in shock or overwhelming feeling. but the moment i say it next, maybe in complete silence, a mere whisper in the…

risks

the greatest risks are usually the ones that are worth it

make believe

we lay in a bed of deceit, where our blankets are lies. and underneath the sheets, there is an ocean of alibis. a make-believe love, held together by our pretentions. we convince ourselves that this is enough, that we are nothing short of perfection. 'i love you,' you say, and i say i feel my…

supernova

you were the only star in my sky, yet i don't even shine for you my planets are my heart, my soul and my mind— they revolve around you my comets and my asteroids are my words i throw into oblivion— they're all waiting for you we all gravitate around you, a solar system made…

summer

i was reminded of how fragile it all was, of how little time we had, of how delicate the love we share is— i was thrown back to reality so fast, that there was no question; our love was not meant to last. i was reminded of how imperfect we both are, of how impossible…

wonder

i have witnessed many things, having lived for eighteen years, observing, watching, spectating, i've seen things that brought me to tears i have watched the sun kiss the horizon and emerge from it the next morning. i have seen the ocean claim the land, with waves as high as the skyscrapers around i have seen…

she doesn’t cry gently

she doesn't cry gently, she wasn't fit for those lines in the books, where the girls silently weep, still keeping utmost grace and poise she cries like a child, loud and messy, and in a way, it was more painful to watch, because you can see her ripping to pieces, her cries and sobs like…