playmate

my afternoons after a heartbreak, are always your's, mamu. we share the mild warmth of this winter sun and pretend men we love have never hurt us. we pretend, listening to ancient love songs will fix our broken souls.

just

Dear you,
My heart has been sad and I turn to you again. And it feels like I'm turning to you while running away from you.
P

coward

i am not brave. so i do myself the favour of hiding.
sometimes in bathrooms. in closets. sometimes, behind my hair.
but mostly behind words

breakfast

let's wake up to simple things-

like warm coffee

freshly baked bread

and sunshine

a quantum of you

nights coiled in
to hold us together
in words
even as the world flung us apart

words-
i can no more tell
when mine become yours
and yours become mine

snatches of you

there are afternoons

when toes curl

fingers twirl

and the day fills with longing

as i drink you down

like raindrops

caught in the tiny craters

of my palm

trance

it's so easy to lie here
stare at a fragment of the sky
and dream about your eyes

take me away

so i don't have to talk to anyone anymore. am tired of yap-yapping. am tired of having so many people to ask questions to and say things to. let me just bury my head in silence.