Inside the mind of an immigrant
I slipped of my insecurities and fearsand buried them beneath the surface of this land.The earth screamed in agony and cried to metelling me this was too much for her to bear. Sometimes I wish I could pluck off my insecurities as easily as one could pluck off a flower from the ground. But its … Continue reading Insecurities
How do I unlearn to love you?How do I unlearn to live with you?How can you so easily break all those promises you promised you would keep?Maybe time wasn't in our favor.Maybe love wasn't supposed to win.Maybe our happily–ever–after lost itself somewhere in our fights, somewhere in our desires to be more than what we … Continue reading A hurt/love letter
I want to hurt you. Stab you in the back, but I can't do that without piercing the sword through my own chest first. I can't make you bleed without causing a rupture in my own heart. How can I hurt you when your wounds cause me pain? I want to bring storms, cause earthquakes … Continue reading I want to hurt you
The pillows you’ve cried onhave had your backthan most people you know Isn’t it weird how the people you need the most in your life when you’re going through rough times, are the first ones to leave you? And sometimes the people you love, and trust are the first ones to break you. People who … Continue reading Being broken or breaking…
“It’s our anniversary,” she says so softly over the phone that I can barely hear her. “That’s amazing! Are you gonna celebrate?” I ask trying to sound gleeful even though it’s 4 am in the morning, and I’m sleepy. She doesn’t say anything and all I hear is her uneven breathing. “I’ve wasted eighteen years … Continue reading Wrenched anniversary