Perfect filter

I can’t find the right filter for my photo. it takes too much effort to play a game of back and forth between apps, when all I see is a star, mum and I smiling at the camera in the middle of the night. you see, I don’t have a lot of pictures to remind…

Unwanted gifts and my shitty writing

my mother keeps a small rectangle box below our coffee table. it is wrapped in black and red wrapping paper and I have mostly never asked her what is in it except this one time. I think she told me it was a gift from father, that she to this day doesn’t want to open….

Graves

I dig graves for my past lovers and bury them side by side. just to feel somedays the moon would shine, through the ground and fill some soul in their long dead bodies and light up their spirit into being the best versions of their alive self. i look down into the newly dug one,…

hold

i hold my breath for about 20 something seconds to see if my body fights back with the urge to live. that is the amount of time, smoke from the imperfect  joint held in my hand was held in for. it was a lot condidering i  didn’t hold it for any longer than 7 seconds,…

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love, i want to be able to tell you about the intensity of the stars on a padded night sky.  the frail edges of that one twinkling star, i find the same in your eyes. your hands playing with my hair, and the darkness of the night building its way. From one last call to…

//Of exes i wish to have//

A few summers back My fingers danced over  The piano like your Hands would on My skin, the other one Holding your cheap cigarette. . Those days, you sat At the foot of the door Of my singing class Humming an unknown song To my melody. . Those days, you strummed Along the long lost…

Ameer v

//Of missing a part of my life here// i want to tell you I’ve missed you, Through the distance between us. A few thousand miles. Just a few thousand, I repeat like a chant stuck in my head, Ameer. You are a habit and I get influenced too quickly. Through the ups and downs and…

How to let you go 

How do i let you go. A step by step guide. i. Once we’ve fought, let me hang up on your face, to feel some sort of power over my emotions. ii. cry. cry like the earth needs me. crying like your voice will fade away over my constant howling. iii. consider calling myself unworthy…

Some men, not all.

Some men, they are weak. Not physically. no. don’t ever call them that. some men. they kiss you in the most beautiful ways. in the most beautiful places. during the most beautiful sunsets and the most messy beds. Some men are weak. They will touch the most intimate parts of your small existence and tell…

Traces of you 

he knows, the day i see his face will be last of us and he knows that the streams which run through my eyes so often would not be available for him and i, for one know he knows. so i try, one attempt after the other, one failed plan after the other to see…