A collection of poetry and prose, feelings and emotions, love and loss. Written with the intention that it may give voice to the thoughts that hold you hostage, thoughts that remain a distant hum to your grief.
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Every word said, I fear, is not enough to explain how you feel, how I feel. This heartache is not as pretty as it may sound through the sweet rhyming of words. And the words I choose so subtly and thoughtfully do not always mirror the pretty aches. I may have become addicted to grief. But it does not mean I’m used to carrying its weight on the back of my neck. Nor am I used to feeling misery as my fragile body shudders with each aching sob. Every time grief appears in a new form, of sweetness so bitter, it leaves me gasping for love and safety I no longer perceive in anything anymore. No, not even in the thoughts of being satisfied with the hollowness which leaves my chest constricted more and more, with each turning point of my life.
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