You are writing this letter to your younger self, hoping that he could have been less stubborn. You thought your stubbornness was the best quality about yourself. How you must … Continue reading On Love, Grief, Poverty and Pain, Or a Letter to My Younger Self
I am certain that the kind of love that I want, wants me. The kind of love that stays knows I will write poetry about my past pain but that is not their reference book on how to love me better.
You need no one’s permission to want to stop living. Even for a small second. You’re allowed to let go.
and when you hold your new lover, when your breaths become the same, your heartbeats in sync like a lyric, and the you feel. your old love oozing. out … Continue reading make him wonder.
and the night you have a lump on your throat when the air becomes too thick to breath, and your chest too heavy to carry you, or your heart … Continue reading autumn. you nearly died, for him.
The first time I loved a boy more than he loved me, I remembered my father. I remembered how my mother loved him more that he did her. I … Continue reading The Things I Know About Love
There’s a sound I will always remember. The sound of a body bag and a mortuary crane. Oh, how the yellow zips clipped and crackled my chest, Closing off things … Continue reading Some day, you will meet your home–
The garden of Eden Was the first funeral We brought flowers to. We bring flowers to funerals Not as a gesture of love, Or sympathy But to feed … Continue reading Lilies, Roses and Tulips
Cry, my beloved country For your children have forsaken you. They have placed themselves above freedom Turned their children to serpents, Cry, my beloved country, For your children weep with … Continue reading Cry, my beloved country (a poem)
I want your dreams to know the scent of my skin, To call me by name when I am not around. I want them to know the bumps on my … Continue reading Lovelessly Loving You
“My hobbies include having conversations with myself– Like how I could approach a boy today, Without scaring him or sounding too dumb, Without outsmarting him, because that would be too … Continue reading I love a boy, and he left me– a poem
I want love, more than a good time. Love, that is more than park walks.I want love, that surpasses mens’ imagination — Love that is more, Than the word. Yet … Continue reading The inseparable kind of love—