when we meet again in spring i hope that flowers will bloom on every step that i take to walk to you and the wind blows softly whenever you chuckle  i hope it messes your hair so that i can caress and fix it i hope it blows a little bit harder and give chills to your spine so that i can...

i am asking myself over and over again while cringing under the shower downpour at 1 am "what did i do wrong?" replaying like a mixtape i feel like banging my own head to the checkered walls so that I don't have to remember any of  these again. i am grasping for air  while my...

I held his face and made it closer to mine. it was one of our rough nights again, after endless cries and pouring hearts out of our ribcages for .. how many times, i don’t even remember.  “This is exactly why I never want to lose you”, he said, while holding my hand.  “Why?”, I asked...

“whenever you say that i don’t chase you, i don’t want you....it gets me so frustrated because people always say that to me to guilt trip me when they already have the intentions to leave me” I saw his eyes getting watery when I looked up. “It gets me so frustrated...”  I held his face....