Saturday, 28 January 2012


Your words are
the crunch of
your steps on
the shards that
I once called
my heart.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012


What made it a sad affair
was that I wanted to be there
for the children we thought
would be ours
but we parted ways,
your stripes had changed,
and it was your children
I loved more than us.

Wednesday, 11 January 2012


we've thrown away love
for the sake of keeping face,
but the sadness sticks
like a bad taste
in the back of your throat.

I listen with my heart,
and kick angrily
at the currents
dragging me down
into thoughts of you.

Sunday, 8 January 2012


He asked me for his red rose. I did not have it, but he refused to believe me.

I gave him my gloves instead. We considered it a fair trade.