Through and through

To my random writes born of sadness and sighs… To my uncaged words, kept but freed in cords… Here’s to more. 🍻 There’s a great responsibility in knowing what stands between wanting something and letting it go. When it no longer fills you up and makes you happy, don’t lie to yourself and keep a

In between my maybes

I came to see you today. It had been a year or so when I last saw that almond-shaped eyes that used to smile uncaringly whenever it meets mine. “How have you been?” “I just want you to know that I still – “ “Can we just get straight to the point and get over

Sober Or Sane

There’s this bitter lump in my throat. Like a bile that I won’t be able to swallow, I felt its constriction. — Too poignant for my taste, I could feel myself throwing up. I opened my eyes and reveled that memory of you. I felt nostalgic. Certainly I miss you but sadly, I should not

Never enough

If I was, you shouldn’t have left. You shouldn’t have made promises that meant nothing but its emptiness. It was not easy to look over what has been cause every time I get flashes of what you’ve done, I always go back to counting the times where I doubted my capacity to love. Was I

On your behalf…

I know you are brave. Not just enough for h**. You’ve got lots to say but can’t. Compromised over a sprung of emotions that has been trying to creep. For a dozen of times, I thought about the things that you could have done but you chose not to. What’s holding you back? Are you

To the Man who is too selfless for his own good…

I saw you. Smiling through a heaved sigh. I followed your gaze and there, from a distant cove of unsheltered lights, she stood. Gay as the beaming sun striking in her tranquil face. Looking back at you, I can’t help my escaped mirth. You looked torn! That “I-wanna-go-to-you-but-I-can’t kind of face.” What has gotten into

M y I C A R U S

You are and you will always be. You broke my rules and redefined my principles. For the first time, I felt allowed. Free. Wanted. I used to be that kid who needs to earn whatever I desired. There was no easy way because most things have its price and that every approval seems a hard

S T R A N G E

Isn’t it strange? How I clearly remember the creases on your forehead whenever you seem to be skeptical. How the side of your eyes wrinkle as you crack an uncaring smile. The distant echo of your laughter replaying in my head, casually amused over something I did. Isn’t it strange? To recall tiny details of

C A N I?

Before I sleep tonight, you came into my mind. Like a sharp cut on a soft flesh. Poignant. I winced. I shut my eyes to shake thoughts of you away. Tough luck, it just got worse. Dreamy, that’s how I went. Trailing on memory lane, my steps never faltered. The closer I get, the curious

F L A W L E S S

Just because you don’t have what others do, doesn’t mean it will make any less of you. Every woman us uniquely classified. Age is just a number. Weight is just a measurement. Shape is just a description. You are not to be insecured over your unlikeable parts because every flaw you own, makes up more