Sunday, 3 August 2025

More


And when I've gone, you can all sit and have a party in my honour. Each one of you will then say, "I should have loved her more."

Friday, 1 August 2025

Ask him


 Ask him, if he cares about your heart. 

Ask him, if he sees the colour of your soul.

Ask him, that when he might be annoyed with you, he will still be kind.

Ask him, that when he is tired, if you are the one who brings him peace. 

Monday, 28 July 2025

Two beautiful



Two. Trying the best they could. Recalibrating and adjusting; their way of trying to hold onto what they had. It was calm and chaotic. Her overthinking and his reassurances. Until it wasn't. It broke. It was exhausting, but it was something. They knew it was. It was a distance. It was words not said. It was yearning understood. There were so many years of silence, that it was comfortable. A hidden longing. An orbit of two planets. Beautiful. 



Saturday, 26 July 2025

Just love


Just love. No position necessary, your first love, your last, unrequited or whatever. It's just love. You love. You just do.

Tuesday, 22 July 2025

Peace


 My biggest wish is to have peace. 

Peace in my heart, my mind and my breathing. 

I want peace to be in my home. 

I want peace to be around me when I meet others. 

I want peace to be in my words. 

I want to be removed from anything that will not bring me peace. 

That's all I want. 

Enough of battles, and tousles and fights. 

Enough of situations where I'm not wanted.

Peace is all I want to take me home. 

Monday, 21 July 2025

Never


I will never tell him that I miss him. I used to. I did. I would tell him all of the time. But it made no difference. It was met with a silence, a pause and would leave me lost and awkward. It told me that my voice was not heard, or heard and not received. So I now keep it to myself. And I do miss him. I do, but I will never tell him. I will swallow my words. I will drown my heart, but I will never tell him. I will never tell him that I miss him. 

Tattoos


 These aren't freckles, these are stars. And my blood has stardust in it. And I'm magical. I sparkle. These stars are drawn on me to confirm it. 

Mine

These words that I pen are not about you.