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A nightmare I'm finally strong enough to receive. Chasing stars, but facing life.
I've never known graffiti and energy drink,
never spent my youth in the corner...
They tumble off the page,
He's zipped up your ribcage and swore
never to touch it again...
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...
Another evening of spaghetti,
another day of bread...
There's something about my heart
and quantum physics, I forgot...
A decade of desires
has sunken into bedsheets...
I am a story;
not a number...
My feelings for you are like poems,
cast into a shameful teenage drawer...
against my tea cup...
I can't write poems anymore because the presence of you appears like a heavy cloud, blanketing all means to think clearly. Because of you, my emotions are quote-zoned.
I went to sleep with resolutions of leaving you, but woke up tainted by impulses of wanting you.
Waiting for you to tear me up and feed me to the mad dogs of conscience.