I have fragments of you still stuck under my skin. I try to ignore missing you, but they just pop up everywhere.
When I’m undoing my bra, I remember your soft fingers and the trouble they went through trying to do the same thing. And your lips trail around my imagination, while my sister is staring at the way my arms are stuck behind my back with memories. There is a shade of indefinite pain when I brush it off in a joking manner. Photo: Cherry Laithang / Unsplash When the m
I'll take out my eyes
So I can see better
Into your soul I'll pierce my eardrums
So I can hear better
That song of yours I'll destroy my nose and lungs
So I can smell better
The voices you bring to me I'll cut off my tongue
So I can taste better
The colours of your mind Photo: John Noonan / Unsplash I'll break my bones
Rip out my nerves
So I can feel you better
Be with you, forever
In this world of
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I still think about it every fall. With every leaf that falls down and gently hits the ground, one memory fades. With every year that goes by, I forget the details that, I swear, I thought, I would remember forever. But it just vanishes like it never happened and I only remember it when I see a miserable leaf on the ground or on the grimy window of my car. Photo: Nikita Andreev / Unsplash At what time in our lives can we say that we are truly happy? I’d say it’s early childho
Real world... Dream world – what does it matter to you... to me?
Sometimes it's hidden, so you just can't see it. Sometimes you get to see the difference... just for a glance through a thin veil of fine mist.
However, most of the time you can't tell one from the other.
It's a matter of mystique, really.
It's like a thin sensitive bond between the tissue and the bones, all so tightly interconnected, creating a world filled with living dolls... a world filled with... well,