I wish you could feel my thumping heart every time you texted to tear me apart, saying you couldn’t come by after disrupting my time I wish you would’ve seen the excitement on my face cause I hadn’t seen you in twelve days and it was overdue having you in…

The cows would come home, snowed in July, lilies bloom in the Sahara, the Nile gone dry before a single atom in your body learns how to commit to one I saw a way out and I took it didn’t come easy a decision but sometimes better be a quitter…

It was a weekday. Before I opened my eyes, I felt one of my arms wrapped around some big, firm but soft shape. A square, maybe? Slowly, my heavy eyes still closed, I ran my hands up and down trying to make up what it was, and why it was…

I deserved better. better than those crumbs better than the lies you fed me about work at the epicenter of lock-down I deserved an explanation for her late-night calls and her gleaming smirk when little did I know you two still talked I deserved better than a one-day notice and…

On cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of formation of the clouds intrigues me as much as the far, far bright specks of light in the sky Night so calm, breeze so warm, the almost audible sound of homebodies nestling in…

I get the tradition. Believe me, I get the tradition. The want and the need to “become one” when you’re in love; the excitement of the “forever” promise when a couple says, “I do.” The search for the perfect dress that comes after for some women… I get it all. …

You’re just there. Like a random person sitting across the bar, staring for hours but not engaging, only difference is you and I are no strangers. But the fruit must be pleasant to the eye because you keep coming back like bees to a hive. Still I can’t help but…

My neighbors go quiet every so often. And on occasions, they’re as loud as a Saturday market. I can tell they’re a couple (unless their idea of a casual relationship also means living together). Their instability is loud. …

The day I found out perfection couldn’t be achieved, I knew I had one thing and one thing only left to be: unapologetically human. Flawed to the core. Shamelessly vulnerable. Breakable. Of all this, I find the latter is the hardest thing to be. You’re breakable from the moment you’re…