It’s strange to see the world move on when someone you love gets taken from you. The small space surrounding you is stuck, frozen in a moment of loss and shock. Yet the people passing are continuing on at their normal pace. Did they not feel the earth shake? Or slow? Can they hear the…

Take care of the people you love without expecting a reward for being a giving and caring person. Otherwise you will end up living in your big, beautiful house alone. Unknowingly homeless.

People wish for me to be this trailblazing girl. The one who has marked out a path for others to follow on how to be happy, how to fight when your limbs feel broken. Sometimes I feel like a fraud. But then again, I never said I was happy. I’ve never advertised a cure. I’ve…

It is a privilege to know you in such a way that no one else does. To be the someone who sees your intimate self so completely.

let me be this poem, this paper lying unassumingly on your desk. the napkin for your morning coffee, to gently graze your lips.

I never felt claustrophobic in crowds until I was forced into them. I used to feel like part of these people among the masses. Now I feel like a rock in the stream that everything works its way around. I’m still and unmoving. Stuck. While everyone else is free.

with our backs facing towards each other she could almost pass for you. I keep thinking that she is. the tossing under the sheets sounds the same. in the dark, I can’t see who’s moving anymore— me or her. all I know is, it’s not you. and she never will be.

From the outside it’s hard to imagine why anyone would stay. How can she survive being torn in these different directions? She doesn’t bend that way. And yet, she will. For him.

nothing compares to the hole that I feel when it hits me again that I can’t make you happy. and even my everything will not fulfill you.

and I fall, like a shunned angel who’s been disgraced back into your folds.