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

Lying in bed naked.. thinking.

Lying here, naked with nothing but the ticking clock to keep me company. The last few hurdles at hands reach and as i move closer the pressure compresses my lungs further. I can see the walls i’ve created crumbling down. The safe zone I just created disappearing into the coming sunset. Nothing will be the