me & my friends we had pasta for breakfast & chocolate for dinner. we got lost in the alleys & got drunk on sparkling water. we made husbands out of strangers & a house out of dreams. we chased the lights of the city & fell in love with the london breeze. our feet led … Continue reading me & my friends
I tried to publicly hate you, to quietly forget you and to aggressively erase every rose-coloured memory you gave me. I cursed your haunting name and wrote your initials on a blank paper, then burnt it in the dancing, dying flames, as I stood under the silver light of the becoming moon. I have forced … Continue reading happy for you
Whenever you feel lost, read this Look at you, made out of stardust, creating magic in a casual world. Your eyes are sparkling, the curiosity they hold make them even shine brighter. Those eyes have seen more beauty than they can remember. They’re the entrance to your soul, to which many beautiful hearts have had … Continue reading Whenever you feel lost, read this
A Poem About (His) Love I met a man, gentle as a summer breeze and sweet as honey. His hands are big enough to carry my heavy-heart and bring it to a place of calmness and serenity. His blond hair is soft, as my fingers run through it, and his eyes express compassion and love … Continue reading A Poem About (His) Love
I opened up in the midst of the hurricane, hoping that you could help me stitching up the wounds, that were souvenirs from the battles I fought against my own flesh, blood, bones and nerves. I thought maybe this time I was right to believe the weather forecast, even though I’ve always been a sceptic. … Continue reading ‘you’re naive’ – ‘i know’
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.
isn’t it pathetic how i still dream about you every now and then? picture your face and implant it in my brain. isn’t it sad how i still, until this very day, keep replaying moments, how i’m recollecting memories, which only make me cry? isn’t it ridiculous how my eyes still light up when i … Continue reading still you.