If Music Were A Person.

I try to Recreate With words The poetry You write So gracefully With every shake Of your head And every tap Of your feet. Even your breath Sounds musical Every time I Feel it On my skin. And, I pray That for As long as I live You never stop Playing music Like I am…

I just wish//

When my pale skin touched yours, and the heat of my body was enough to shield us both from your coldness, I wish you found it soothing like I did. When your dark brown eyes looked at mine, I wish you didn’t look away before I did. When I hugged you, I wish you wrapped…

A Casket of Roses//

  I try to tell my friends That I am the same person On the outside. The same smile, The same tears, The same pale skin that is trying to cover my lifeless soul. But what has changed now Is my urge to look forward to things My excitement when I look at people. I…

Stability Vs. Passion

    And you thought I’d never realise The secrets you hid The times you lied The days you spit excuses to not meet me The nights you let me believe you were up for me The words you swallowed back to keep it going The letters you backspaced so it wouldn’t cost you The…

The Coffee Shop.

I’m the girl in the coffee shop Writing about you, the boy On the other side of The glass door. Rihanna is crooning in my ear About how even if she reaches all her fingers She can feel more than distance between them. And that’s how I feel Looking at you You spot me, and…

A Primrose//

It hurt me when you left me high and dry in the middle of everything right when I needed you the most. But it hurt me more when I called you six months later, sobbing, with my voice as heavy as the lump your heart once had and you kept saying hello even after I…