Nothing hurts me more than when I tell you to leave me alone, and you do.
MIRA R. ARIDINothing hurts me more than when I tell you to leave me alone, and you do.
MIRA R. ARIDIPerhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.
MIRA R. ARIDIThe clock ticks by and all I could think of is that at least I’m a day closer to seeing you.
MIRA R. ARIDIIf there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.
MIRA R. ARIDII want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.
MIRA R. ARIDIWe preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.
MIRA R. ARIDIYou pull away and suddenly I have more room to grow.
MIRA R. ARIDII shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.
MIRA R. ARIDIRefrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.
MIRA R. ARIDII’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.
MIRA R. ARIDIYou touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.
MIRA R. ARIDII am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.
MIRA R. ARIDII got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.
MIRA R. ARIDIWe reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.
MIRA R. ARIDIAnd it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.
MIRA R. ARIDIWhere once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.
MIRA R. ARIDI