Summer is in my sky, How strange because it is still the Winter season. A crispness is aglow, under every icicle, And I fear this strangeness, It is something new to me. I fear how on earth, an undreamt

Us And, that's the thing with people like us. We hold on longer than we should. Smile more, even when we know we can't. See the glass half empty, rather than half full. Kill ourselves from inside, but

Okay, I'm fine, When really It's ' I'm not okay, I'm not fine.' The pit is dark, The walls seem so high, The space is so vast and hollow, The emptiness is huge and intense. I feel I have no control of

Self care is as important As oxygen. Not enough of it, And your insides Will starve. You don't need to Carry every drop of your pain. I want you to live happier. I don't want you to Drown. Image Source

The woman in me is tired. But then... The phrase 'Don't cry like a girl,' shakes me like an earthquake. The statement 'Man up,' fuels my fire like magma. This phrase. That word. The everlasting circle

The beauty is the softness of a petal And the study strength of a stem. You are both a shallow spring and a raging sea The petal, colourful, standing beautifully amongst all of them. The power starts from

Can you sleep soundly, Knowing she screamed, Refusal And you heard yes? Does it make your stomach tighten? And maybe your eyes fill with water, While it's 1.18am, And there is no noise around you But hers,

Is the gravel in your voice from the wars your words wage before they find a way to your mouth? Are your half cut sentences questions you're afraid to ask or are they answers you evade? I've been circling

I think I need to understand the meaning of miles. 254 miles to be precise... I could divide it by two hearts, Then Drop a few more numbers to lighten the load, Drop them by the days I know you, 2 years

There it is. In our emptiness. It lurks around hovering, crowding, eating away our mind. A whisper. A faint little whisper. But then it grows and grows becoming a vast nebula on the brink of a colossal

You sing words after one too many drinks. With a glass half full Or half empty, You sing a sad song With heavy tones. You're a writer And this is the Hemingway version of you- After one too many drinks,

Sometimes you'll hear me as a whisper through the scattered laughter of leaves. Other days you'll picture me when you gaze upon the sky's pink... Coloured just like my favourite candyfloss. And during

Swim And as much as people tell you and me, to swim and to hold on, we always try. It's just that, when someone becomes so used to drowning, breathing underwater also seems possible. As painful as it is,

Imagine power like It is counting down time, Anticipating the right time to show itself. But while waiting, It is growing rich in strength, As if each second is like the droplets of water falling down

It is a moment of time, a mere second that makes u realise what you want from life. You keep searching for it for your whole life and that one second gives you all the answers. But that second comes with

I have many questions. In every question I have I see all the answers in you. What is kindness? YOU. What is hope? YOU. Who can I trust? YOU. What do I wrote about? You its always you Everything's always

My bedroom freezes and dullness caves in from all four corners at night. I pull covers overhead searching places that feel safe, like a fool forgets that darkness begets darkness. But I’m not surprised

Don't let them belittle you. Don't let them tame you. You are made of roars, That grow loud. But still don't let them drown you. You can become the spring, The showering of everything. Don't let them close

Everything will be alright. The rain will fall And I will feel. The sun will shine And I will feel. The waves will move And I will feel. This life will move And I will feel. I will feel. I will feel.

The hardest part was not falling in love but falling out of it. How does the moon accept that it will never see the stars again? How can the sea never meet the shore? How is it possible to live without