melancholia.

it both chokes me and frees me, haunts me and inspires me, breaks me and heals me, leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in the corners of my mouth. the night holds my heart in the way you used to hold this damaged organ. i remember how you held my hand, unwillingly to let go, while strolling … Continue reading melancholia.

Silence.

This angelic creature was tortured by demonic thoughts. He could not escape, as he laid there in his unmade bed, in complete silence. There was an empty bottle of rum besides his matress and a few unopened letters. The air in the room was dirty and I could smell a scent of unwashed laundry. There … Continue reading Silence.

Cigarette Smoke

I lost the keys to my heart So I’ve been sleeping with doors wide open Wind’s blowing through the window I’m hoping You come in with the rain Cause I’ve been wasting my nights sleeping alone Or sharing my bed with this guy I don’t know And his cigarette smoke takes the pain for a … Continue reading Cigarette Smoke

Never Fade

I don’t think pain fades. I know memories fade, but can also be brought back easily by a reminder through the senses. But once love fades, was it even love in the first place? I don’t know, maybe? I knew that it was love, because no matter how hurt I was, I never stopped loving. … Continue reading Never Fade

Humanness

I’m really sorry for being so open, so honest and true I noticed people find it odd, when you’re so ‘you’They rather cage you and keep their hand against your lips So you can’t talk about the burden, the bleeding of your chest I don’t have secrets and I don’t wish to have some I’m … Continue reading Humanness

These Days

Freedom is amazing, liberating and all I want But freedom is limiting, in a sense, causes me a heavy heart Although, ‘limiting’ might not be the right word Perhaps, freedom is just ‘scary’, in a way I’m full of responsibility and surrounded by so many possibilities I can’t blame no one else, I can’t blame … Continue reading These Days

Anxiety

It’s been a long time since we last spoke I was doing wonderful, I could escape almost all of my demons and ghosts For a while at least, because now we meet again It’s been months, after painful years that killed me All those knives and swords that did wound me Oh God, can’t you … Continue reading Anxiety