believe · blog · blogging · crush · evil · freedom · heartbreak · love · lust · making love · memories · poetry · unrequited love

Makutu

Dried rose buds, burning red Like my heart, aching for you, hungrily Your lips tasted like honey syrup, saccharine, heady Your name written on a paper heart, in a jar, sealed A bag of tea, lavender musk Stir, stir, chanting A drop of blood, spilled Drink, my love The spell unbroken Be mine alone, be… Continue reading Makutu

breaking free · broken · courage · faith · forgiveness · fragmented · home · love · pain · poetry · unrequited love

A Gloomy Letter

When I’m gone from this world, how will you remember me? Will you miss the memories of our past? The kisses we shared, the nights we cherished Will you shed a tear for my pain? Will you recognize my face from afar? When I disappear from your grasp Will you miss my sweet embraces? The… Continue reading A Gloomy Letter

inspire · love · making love · memories · poetry · unrequited love · writing

The Romantic

  If you were mine I’d wake you up with flowers every morning I’d kiss you all over like it’s the first time I’d pull you closer and whisper how beautiful you are.   If you were mine You’d never hurt again, there’d be no more tears to cry This time, you’d be happier, with… Continue reading The Romantic

crush · damaged · death · fate · fight · fragmented · heartbreak · revenge · tears · unrequited love · writing

Jar of Conscience

    She didn't see me slip a lozenge on the glass of wine she's drinking. She didn't recognise the taste of my horrid attempt. She satiated her itch by shoving the danger down her throat, she didn't even notice my presence, how my ice cold hands touched her hips with malice. The bitch, always… Continue reading Jar of Conscience

betrayal · blogging · cheating · damaged · fragmented · heartbreak · tears · unrequited love

The Blueberry Scandal

  The night was rather gelid, no sign of life to drown the silence, the rain has wiped out any hope of comfort. It was a complete darkness. A figure shrouded in fog suddenly emerged from the rubble, a silhouette of a man, he was covered in blood, wet liquid of terror, a crimson colour… Continue reading The Blueberry Scandal