Dear Dad
Dear Dad, I’ve never written anything about you, And I am sorry. But I know that No poem could ever say the things That I have always meant to say
Promises
Dear Josh, I do not know what to say to you, and even if I did, I wouldn’t know how to. Fifteen years have passed since the day
Sometimes
Sometimes, I want to Stop breathing For a while, And find out If not having oxygen Flood my lungs Hurts worse than Not having you Beside me. Sometimes, I
Love Matters
Love, like matter, Can neither be created, Nor destroyed. We are born, Filled to the brink with love, And spend all our lives Trying to pour it out Into someone
Disaster Management
It’s funny, How we thank god Every time people die in a calamity, That it wasn’t us. As if their lives somehow mattered Slightly less than ours do. As if
Before You Wish
I have heard way too many guys say that “I hope a hot girl rapes me.” And it makes me so sad that I can’t breathe for a minute after
Dear You
Dear you, Burn the letters from the person who told you that apologizing is the only way to make people stay, because some people would leave even if you
Defeated
A grey morning. She sat cross-legged on her bed, hoping that no one would push open the door to her room, hoping that no one would come and ask
Of Theorems and Us
It’s almost funny that I had no idea that one is supposed to fall out of love with someone when they are asked to, until she asked me the same
Just There
I had never met him before I told him that I loved him, had never heard his voice, but I had imagined how he would sound whispering “I love you