I met a man with a broken heart. His eyes, if you looked closely, were sad. He dropped the veil as I looked at him, my own tears threatening to erupt. I realized there are many people walking around wounded. I was not the only one. His dance moves hid the pain etched within him. […]
You stole my voice, smothered it silent, reaching deep within me to strangle it dead. This you-caused stain seeps deep, over and around the broken pieces within, keeping the flatline alive and soaking sinking deeper with every promptly delivered broken promise and veil of invisibility that you forcefully drape over me and that only serves […]
When the rain is coming down so hard, you can barely see past your nose, and the clouds hanging over you are so gray that they look like jet black puddles of broken smears… When the thunder of your own thoughts clashes and clangs, drowning out the lightning spearing out of your heart, and the […]
You. Nobody warned me that you would come around when you did; that day on that visa queue, I had no idea I had met my person. You.
I’ve touched both the sky and the depths of a fiery hell, fire licking at a strained heart, pushed to the limit with a pendulum of emotions. I have swung high up on a high wire with no net, and stuck my tongue out in glee, catching those snowflakes of happiness, icy with promise; pricks […]
I remembered why I fell in love with you in the first place. And it was clear as day.
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