Of a Girl Even You Couldn't Break

The first time you saw her, you could only think about how you would like to lock her smile somewhere only you could see it. How you envied the wind carrying her laughter to the parts of the world unknown to you. How you wanted to narrow the world down to the walls of your house where  it would echo around every corner and fill all the abandoned spaces. And like a child who was never taught to hear "no", you could not let her drift away, could not leave her alone.

You Are Meant To Light Up Your Darkness

On sleepless nights, you try to remember when you began feeling like this. You go as far back into your memories as you could, trying to determine where it all started out. But there was no starting point, no sudden creeping of this feeling that dragged you down as you grew up. Because even when you were young, you knew how sadness felt like, didn’t you? Apologies on your lips, eyes somewhere far away, despair slipping in the cracks of your skin while your heart beat in an unforgivable staccato rhythm, drenched in misery, quietly sinking into the familiar darkness. You close your eyes and you remember those school days: sitting in the back corner of your class, tracing the holes in the desk and daydreaming about an alternate universe where the loneliness doesn’t follow you to your bed or slip into your dreams; holding your breath under water, lungs burning, your body straining to come up for air while a part of you longed to stay there, wondering how drowning feels like.

The Love of Forgetting

I remember our last time together.
Your arms around my waist, your face buried in my hair, your voice, whispering, again and again, "Why couldn't it work out? How did we fall apart?"
My fingers digging in your shoulders, as though they didn't care about the "why's" and "how's", as though they couldn't bear to let go. But my heart had already let go of you.