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
Maybe I’ll pack all my things and I move there tomorrowStart a new life, take the train and change my nameI did it before and I would do it once againThey called me out, but they didn’t understand So, here’s to the lost dreamsHere’s to the wandering heartsHere’s to the meant to be’s, that didn’t … Continue reading Here’s to the lost dreams
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
The melody of the city Oh London, I was dreaming about you again. I woke up disoriented, homesick for your foreign magic, your crowded streets and your Victorian architecture. Yearning for your bittersweet taste & the sweet, cool smell of your early mornings. I’m craving for your sights to touch my eyes again. I want … Continue reading London, my beloved
I didn’t realise how far gone I was, how I lost myself, until I found little pieces of myself back again in places I hadn’t been for a long time. I found parts in the mirror on my wardrobe, in lyrics of the songs that I once wrote, in the laughter of my family and … Continue reading L.o.s.t.m.y.s.e.l.f.
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.
maybe i will always wander, perhaps i will never find a physical place to call home. maybe i won’t settle for anything or anyone in his world. and perhaps this is, all because i know. this life has so much to offer and i don’t want to miss a single part of it. i don’t … Continue reading a little bit of magic.
I’ve been through much heartbreak, but still I love as deep as the Pacific waters I’ve been let down by more people than I can count, but still those people can always count on me I’ve been told so many lies, but I still believe there’s a truth in them They showed me all their ugly … Continue reading Naivety
There is no magical land I used to romanticize this place in my head, for years. Ever since I was 12 years old I was dying to move to this amazing pastel-colored city that never sleeps. But although the skylines are brighter, the people are more authentic, the food tastes nicer and the culture is … Continue reading Things I’ve Learned While Living Abroad
The city is lonely when you wake up on an empty day The city is lonely when you don’t get heartbroken once, but twice The city is lonely when you lose friends you just made The city is lonely when the weather is grey and there’s depression in the sky The city is lonely when … Continue reading The City Is Lonely