Heartwords

1. You were so torrentially toxic to me I had to slice my own veins to get you out. 2. There was more chaos in the way you loved me than there was in the winding weather storm that broke every window in the house we called home, you turned that home into a house. 3. You claimed momentary insanity, like your hero Hercules, the day you used your fists for the first time, the same insanity that plagued Hercules when he slew everyone he loved. I wonder if there was a storm where he lived that day too. 4. Harbinger made of hemlock and heartache, hurricane made of hurt and heartbreak, you were Hera’s lesson of harm and habit

I tell him, if you love me, you need to stop reading the poems. I tell him, if you read them, you will find a version of me you hate. I tell him, if you want a future with me, you will stop reading the poems. Because the girl in the poems is kerosene dreams and ink stained scars and whiskey flavoured fury, and the girl he is in love with is cotton candy soft and summer dresses and vodka laughter. I tell him, he can’t have both because he doesn’t want both, no one wants a girl whose lungs are smoke black rage even if her heart is made of tissue silk. Girls who are both, are too volatile, too painful to love. So I keep he

1. The difference between being thin and being skinny is that when you’re skinny, everyone is constantly trying to get you to eat. As if you are deliberately starving yourself. As if they are soldiers and you are a war they must win, food instead of guns in their hands. 2. Seven years ago, when I first realised that I couldn’t sleep on my side anymore because my hipbones cut like knives into my skin, that I could count every single one of my ribs, I ate everything I found in the fridge till I threw up, and my mother assumed I was doing it on purpose. It took me three sessions of intensive therapy to convince the th

Most of the day i slept or just in bed not minding the world who doesn't seems to care about me. I drench my free time on watching a world that doesn't exist, a mere fantasy. Well, atleast there I can dream a good reality but still it isn't real. I faced my everyday with a smile looking real enough to hide all the confusion behind all those facade i tried to cover up. It didn't matter whether i have a future to look up too as long as i keep walking despite the dust and smug that blocks my way. God has given me good things, yet this isn't what i want or atleats i thought it was... Perhaps i made a wrong turn a safer path, never

In another time, will you still love me? In another place, will you still meet me? In a fleeting moment, will our stars meet? I guess I should give up, knowing you're not there...