“I had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.”

Everyday is a discovery of the person I am becoming, or I always was, but only now realizing.

You are a miracle. Every essence of you is magic. On days you doubt yourself, I hope you know, the universe resides in you.

I keep you in my heart, like a dream unfulfilled. Like an incomplete wish. Like something I can crave but never have. Ever since the beginning of time, what has love been anyway? if not longing or heartbreak?

Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?

You are a nameless prayer, my heart begs to be brought again to existence.

I have inherited my fathers rage and my mothers silence. Everyday is a survival. I am a fire burning, just invisible.

Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.

I believe we all deserve good endings. We were kind people before this world turned us cruel.

They said everything I lost will come back to me. I said -everything I’ve lost is too lost to ever come back to Me.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.

I’ve been so hurt. Just love me enough that my heart heals and all my scars worship your name.

Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.

I want to write happy poems on new years. But grief doesn’t have timelines, and it refuses to let go of me.

Without this sadness I wouldn’t even know who I am.

You seem like such a long ago; but you were supposed to be my forever?

I don’t say I know what love is. But whatever it is, you are its every shade.

I know the world gave you too much pain, but do not inflict it further on others.

The Higher you give the lesser you Receive. 

Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten

If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Seriously. Punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.

Sadness diminishes a man’s powers.

Our lives are like the wind or like sounds. We come into being, resonate with each other. Then fade away.

Do not be too hard, lest you be broken; do not be too soft, lest you be squeezed.