We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand...
I see you behind your silken words,
Feel your heartbeat within their rhythm...
I hope I don't see you in the morning.
I hope our paths never cross again...
This ache hasn't dissipated in 44 days.
Its consistency has shifted, immigrated...
While standing all day
I feel the weight on my feet...
I am a vivacious woman,
side by side of being a...
It is so harsh and
unmusical for we can't...
Was it you last night?
Like a recurring dream...
Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...
It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...
I delay the onset of the hurt
you unintentionally caused...
what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...