On Days I Do Not Love Myself
On days I do not love myself, I wake up feeling afraid of myself. This body sometimes still feels like an intruder in the same home it built.
When You’re In Love But Are Bad With Words
I am a writer. People expect me to be good at being vocal with my feelings. But, in your presence, my words fail me.
Kissing Him Is Like Magic
He kisses me and makes me realize that the universe has always been made up of him.
To The Person Who Will Love Me Someday
I will wait for you.
I Don’t Mind Getting Lost In Your Galaxy
I don’t mind getting lost in your eyes— the way those black holes helplessly drag me into its realms.
Why I Love Being A Writer
It almost seems as though my lifeline is wired to it. My breathing capacity is measured by the amount of lives I touch with my words.
Not Just Another Girl In The Room
There is a girl I know who taught me about beauty. She stands in a crowded living room, in between sweaty bodies and blasting music— supposing, if she stands there just a tad bit longer, she’ll eventually morph into one of them.
I Wonder What It’s Like To Be Loved By You
I watch you love music like this— mildly yet so passionately. And I wonder if you could also ever love me like this— with a feather-like touch yet with the same burning passion of a storm.
Just For Now, Let Me Love You
So for the meantime, let me love you in all the ways I know how. In between all our imperfections. At the ends of all our infinities.
This Is How You Keep Her
Love her deeply, immensely, and unforgettably.