Tag: prose

Am I a masochist?
Because the mere thought of your name makes my heart ache and my mind go insane. My legs collapse in the middle of a memory we once shared and my face is covered in tears that I can’t hold back.

But I choose to torture myself with your heartbreaking absence instead of living a life without you at all.

First Taste of Heartbreak 

childishnotions:

writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone