“There came that day in mid-July I never saw it coming I don’t know why house empty and you gone you imprinted my heart with that Leonard Cohen song.”

Beneath this skin beneath these bones beneath this blood I exist.

Grief visits us all differently but at the core – it rots us a little.

You shine bright but not everyone can handle the light don’t dim down from the rebound.

My path to healing is only unto me I let it take me where I need to go.

My lips thirst for yours but they are desert dry our hostile environment has weathered our love.

What gives in letting go is so much better than what stays with holding on.

Friendships made rejections laid follows stayed unfollows played saves surmount algorithm count Instagram disses and emoji kisses.

You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.

We were – one. I was closer to you than anyone – ever. So tightly bound. You breathed for me and I lived in you.

As I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.

I miss you but not as much as I regret leaving myself to be loved by you.

This is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.

The shelter is where I am when I am with myself.

I have emptied myself of a heavy burden today lifted it out of my body and placed it down its not the end but it’s a beginning.

My heart is my muse my blood is my ink my pain is my pen my words are my healing.

Why do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.

But if we could have been together, what would there be to dream of?

Stranger than fiction is the fiction that you are a stranger to me.

I miss the me I was with you.

I never knew the aftermath would be this painful. I never knew that you miss someone with the same fervour with which you loved them.

It’s been a long time since we said goodbye and yet the echoes of it are still ringing in our ears.

I am not going to apologise for the things I didn’t do and neither should you.

I can live neither with you, nor without you.

I have decorated your absence with every flower you hate. I end up hating em all.