Every word was a stitch.
Skin fastened to survival...

(You can't race the sun
and expect to finish unburned...

50 likes, 12 matches and 4 WhatsApp conversations...
I still smile, listening to Camila's 'Dream of...

*** This is a poem that recycles bits and pieces...
All my life I’ve tried so hard to become a happy...

My future is a blank paper
nestling inside a fortune cookie...

One day I will be my own happy poem.
I will wake up with a soul...

You are my happy poem.
The one I tuck underneath...

You said you'd run along,
then you didn't...

I write so that I may live;
live beyond the smothering cocoon...

It's like my brain is running
a clumsy marathon, with one leg...

I say I want to place a period
behind your name, but everytime...

What am I to you? A pretty vase
on a scentless dining table...