Over sharing big feelings & meaty thoughts.

Have you ever?

Have you ever Crashed into someone heart first Converged ? A collision of violent ecstasy, heart pumping  bones shattering  teeth reduced to shards.  The voices in the backseat never cease pleading: BRAKE! Only accelerating comes naturally.  - She’s Burning

but mum you said you were ‘friends’

Every now and then he points out the red bull cans stacked high atop the grocery store shelf. His bright eyes stare into mine as he asks: “Is it true, does redbull really give you wings?” Perhaps he thinks once yours grow, you’ll fly straight over?  We didn’t

because joy is sweeter than they ever were

So, you lick the wound this one last time. Like a discarded snack plate going to waste at that party you wish you'd left sooner. It tastes bitter. Unpalatable. It ceased nourishing you forever ago. You've been gorging on their leftovers, on your salty sadness. But

The quiet cruelty of indifference

You say you love me. You just need time. Your indifference paints an uglier portrait. Something busted a deceptive mess. Do you want me? No. Your silence howls 'I DON’T WANT YOU BACK’. And I would have settled for a whisper. -She's Burning

I played the cool girl

You called me pretty.  I played the cool girl, a constructed portrayal of mystery & inaccessibility.  Did I make a mistake? Isn’t that what you wanted? A mere prop, a decorative ornament atop your bookshelf.  Isn’t that what we both wanted? Sometimes I remember the heavy weight of

What have you done to me?

I dreamt of you last night. I was smiling over a witty text you'd sent. I woke up in a cold sweat, drenched as confusion ran laps inside my head.  Wasn’t I supposed to be alone this year? Isn’t that what I wanted? I said it.

Tell me I’m different and watch me fall for it every time

I’m not intriguing. I never consumed your thoughts. I’m not captivating. I never quite could keep you entertained.  I’m not indecipherable. I never swept you up in my convoluted pages.  I’m not harmonious. I’ll never be a song that gets stuck in your head.  I

mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest fuckboi of them all?

Do you really think I don't know how you see me? It's reflected in your searching eyes. You fell for the performance the masquerade. I despise the box you've forced me into. The stunningly retched. The opinionated modern whore who'd be more

too much, not enough

But how would you feel if I flipped the narrative? What would you think if I spoke, never listened? Would it sting if I beat you to the punch? Every time. If Instead of you saying: 'I love you, ‘but fuck you're too much', I said:

in case you forget who I am

How do I put this gently?  If you don’t answer my call, he will. If you leave me on seen,  she’ll heart every message.  If you waste time,  I’ll spend it naked, wrapped in their bed sheets.  If you hear tears engulf my breathing & don’t

Indulge me

Dear reader, This blog is a work in progress, much like myself. Similar to a baby clumsily figuring out how to take their first steps, I’m traversing this new world, knowing full well I’ll fall flat on my silly little face numerous times. As fate would have it,

May memento

Twenty years ago in May, I met the person who was going to be the love of my life. He thought I was the coolest girl he’d ever met, I on the other hand, I thought he was a bit of a dickhead. Unperturbed by my indifference, he pursued