Power

It was within my right to give you something by choice. Who are we to know what is right for us ? We may use the experience of others – we may ask and request guidance from a higher being. The universe. But inevitable regardless of the path, the ushering, the help we are alone

Our home

You shaped them Moulding my insecurities to your narrative You warped my expectations Reasonable expectations and they took another form. It was disguised as mending Fixing Building But the foundations you lay were sloppy. The communicative cement that binds each brick was laced in deceit and hidden truths. The bricks themselves were half hearted and

Fireworks

Waiting for the day my insecurities won’t stop you from loving me.  My reactions to your actions hurt. And my depth lies in the learnt. My learnt actions My routines Of checking and updating your transparent existence on a platform of illusion. My heart shines when thinking of you then it flutters…  …fire works shoot

The Rhetoric Intersection

It is at the intersection you will find out… what we are really made of. Whether you are willing to try another path. Are you willing to walk along the shrapnel infested path barefoot? What if it leads you to your goal? What about a path that gathers pain with each  delicate step? Imagine a

Break up pep-talk

Life moves on from a situation but it is us humans who look back and want to stay in that position. It is us who choose not to let go of a situation for whatever reason. You only miss someone because you choose to think about them. You only long for them because you choose