Wednesday, October 14, 2015

When he left

When he left 
He took whatever little poetry was left in her. 

When he left 
He gave her not even the chance to say the final words 

When he left 
She stared at the blank wall and did not cry 

When he left, only she remained. 

Thursday, October 08, 2015


Hush, he said. 
You're just a child. 
Lost in this fog 
That's spreading wild. 

Come, he said. 
Let me hide you. 
From deceit, and misery 
And cold so blue. 

Sleep, he said. 
This Earth will know. 
That you need another life 
Where you can grow. 

Saturday, October 03, 2015


Maybe. Just maybe I should 
Learn to leave the people I love, alone. 
Then maybe. Just maybe one day 
They'll come looking, when I'm alone. 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


You said it was like food. 
The words. The voice. 
The occasional whisper. 
And then, you went on a diet. 

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Show me

Show me one good reason to love 
Is it not but punishment 
For each time you let your self go 

Is it not the paved road to hell 
On which you rise, and fall 
Is it not a ticket to destruction

Is it not why you wake up with tears 
And don't know why 
You can't breathe, and yet aren't dead 

Show me one good reason to love 
And I'll show you darkness 
Surrounded by lights that fade eventually 

One day at a time

His taste, on her tongue 
Was like acid. 
Psychedelic and recurring. 
And with each kiss, 
The drug infused with her blood 
Till she couldn't think straight anymore.

It was what it was. 
Terse. Hellish. Permanent. 
Entwined between their drenched bodies 
Lay heaven and earth's dreams, 
And words that would never be spoken 
Till he raised her mouth to his again. 

Saturday, August 01, 2015

It's a good thing

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love
Or else she’d have never seen through
Those silly words, and those promises
That he kept making her.

It’s a good thing she knew when to walk
Away from that rainbow coloured bubble
That looked more beautiful than the Sunday sun
When she had her glasses on.

It’s a good thing, she reminded herself
That she took that ghastly painting back
The colours were all wrong, she had said
He didn’t disagree.

It’s a good thing that there were at least five
Unread books still lying on her shelf
And a few unseen films for those silent nights
That she loved so much.

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love
For when he would go offline for hours together
That terrible clenching feeling in her heart
Could be so deceptive.

It’s a good thing. Yes it is, she said twice
Imagine what this stupid heart could do to you
Break without warning, and make such a mess
It’s a good thing. Yes it is. 

Friday, June 26, 2015


And as I purged myself of you
First went the words
Laced with deception

Then went the touches
That were never meant for me
Slowly disintegrating to dust

The kisses were wiped away
One after another, slowly
Till the lips were non existent

And then went the smiles
Demolished to the ground
Leaving no room for return

But what does one do
About the bloody memories
They leave such ugly stains

Friday, March 06, 2015


She: remember those butterflies I would talk about every time we would meet?
He: yes, I do.
She: they are dead now. 

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Light it up

A candle for God's altar 
And a candle for the brave 
A candle for those nights in the dark 
And a candle for your grave.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The end

Fuck love.
Fuck the 10 fingers
That I know better
Than my own skin

Fuck that smell
That runs through my veins
And poisons my blood.
Fuck it all.

Fuck the fact
That you see me for me.
That you burnt the masks
I’d wear, one by one.

That I can’t breathe
When you’re inches away
And how you tease my soul.
Fuck that too. 

Sunday, January 04, 2015

Not worth it

I ain't got what she got babe
Not the charm 
Or the mysterious smile 

I ain't got the curves love 

Nor the moves 
To make it worth your while 

In fact I got nothing babe 

But a damaged soul 
That needs a stitch or two 

A kiss to make it better 

Maybe some love
But I ain't getting that from you