Poet

writer

[adimusings]

Her gaze sets a fire in my heart, and she doesn't even know I'm burning.

[adimusings]

By August, even the sky is tired of its own blue, and I am tired of pretending my eyes don’t search for you.

[adimusings]

I burn into my poems, and my poems burn into others.

[adimusings]

The old wounds beneath my skin burn whenever I get too close to something that warms my heart.

[adimusings]

Please don’t fill my heart with promises in your words, just to vanish when love turns fragile and wild.

[adimusings]

Every ‘you’ in my words is meant only for you.

[adimusings]

I wish I had control over what I wanted to feel.

[adimusings]

I've learnt that love is the only violence that feels serene.

[adimusings]

Come to me when your world feels unbearable— I’ll listen to the silence you’ve buried inside your heart.

[adimusings]

What you've found, someone once lost in tears. The one who makes you smile, once made someone's world disappear. The person you dream with tonight, was once someone's whole world.

[adimusings]

Every ‘I’m fine’ you say feels like a story begging to be held gently.

[adimusings]

You're a missing heartbeat that never comes back.

[adimusings]

He blessed someone else with what I had begged for: to be with you.

[adimusings]

You once asked me if souls remember. They do. In every second we borrowed, I learned to live again. If someday the stars feel familiar, it’s because I never left.

[adimusings]

I’ve broken over you so often, it almost feels like home.

[adimusings]

Maybe this is all you’ll ever be to me — a poem I could never finish, no matter how much I tried.

[adimusings]

Everything passed, as all things do — except my love for you.