Yes, I’m still writing about breakups, so there’s that

No one kind of gives you a heads up that breakups might break you but if they don’t break you they might kill you but also if they don’t kill you they might kill something inside you that you refuse to wake up anywhere else except when you’re alone – actually sometimes even when you’re […]

exes

I hate seeing my exes. Ok, I don’t hate seeing all of my exes. There are some who I’m very happy to see. I like seeing the ones who I split with amicably. There was even some horizontal tangoing post the breakup just to be officially done – the prescribed last three rodeos before retirement […]

praying

Have you ever asked your god to make your heart a little smaller? Instead of giving you a space so big, that every time you cry you create oceans of pain, pooled around your bent knee. A smaller heart would mean that, maybe, every time a hand was clutched around it, the blood would not […]

Akello

maybe

Maybe if I stay very, very still, then the words you’re throwing at me won’t hurt me and I won’t shatter into a zillion pieces because I’m holding myself together. And maybe if I shut my eyes tight enough I won’t see the barbs coming and they won’t catch me and I won’t feel them […]

Akello

Is it bad to wait to die?

My sweet, My love, Dear heart, My heart – not mine. It doesn’t belong to me any more and I’m not sure if it could belong to you, seeing as you don’t want it. I find myself unable to jump off the building to stop the madness to end it all. My mind refuses to […]

Akello

when you leave

When you leave me with your last breath Warn me as you tear my soul apart Give me the last 5 seconds of your life to look into eyes I’m going to have to erase from every memory now Let me awaken my heart to fly away, now, with yours.

us

In the quiet of what is left of us Will you still care for us? Will you imagine dragons to beat them for me? When we’re not at the best of us Will you run away from the ugly us Will you run and run until you’re finally free? In the years that come for […]

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