Month: September 2014

To be honest I do not know what I am tired of maybe it is the wait Maybe it is the absence of warmth May be it is the entire world or maybe it is your words In the list of things I do not know this seems to be on top

While I was busy making a life I did not realize life was making me While I was complaining about sea-sickness it was making me the sea  now that I have realized I would want to tell this to you  this life no matter how hard it is we  will get through  

Six feet under that’s where the dead are supposed to lie  six feet above the living pretend to be alive inside boxes that are supposed to set them free with people who are supposed to let them be in both situations bodies lie

I thought caged are those behind bars  maybe someone inside tight shut jars maybe people who live in a box  in formal dresses and smelly socks things are not always what they seem caged are those who are scared to dream who buy happiness in expensive bags and seek acceptance in their name tags people…

I wrote messages I would never send The day you stopped being my friend A heartfelt laughter came to an end The day you stopped being my friend I do not know who I will share my cigarettes with or who will laugh at my lame jokes I do not know who will read my…

Sometimes when your actions do not speak for you and you expect silence to make sense that is when you know you do not have  anything to say to each other  somehow things have ended in the middle of a sentence which would have hurt less if it was completed because now not only is…

cigarette smokes on my lungs lipstick stain on coffee mugs meaningless kisses and cold hugs to the one I almost loved to the one I almost …….

The list of achievements you can put down on your resume The amount of times you can shut your neighbors up The amount of money you have in your bank account The number of times he will look at you smile The amount of words he won’t write for you The number of times he…