love poems are that bitter medicine that makes me want to throw up the moment it’s put in my mouth; my taste buds are sensitive, they have zero capacity to endure dramatic spices and tangy fruits; my sensory receptors cringe with disgust, my mouth brews saliva, at the touch of salt overdose, and my throat […]
“So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can’t afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain’t ever getting older”- The Chainsmokers, Closer
“I need to watch you closely, may be a few inches from here, every passing second, without batting an eye. I needed to measure the length, thickness, breadth and weight of you. I need to know the reason behind your blue face, and dry throat. I want to dress your wounds, and clean the clutter […]
Because goodbyes are never easy.