The poster on my therapist’s wall read, ‘maji yakimwagika, hayazoleki.’ Maybe it’s true that even though I was a blessing and a curse, a hero to some and a villain to others. I was true to myself and did what I would always do, choosing me. I used to pray to God for some of that Jada […]
Allow me to talk about him. The man I’m deeply in love with. If I had loved him any less, I might be able to talk about it more. He has the most beautiful eyes. My favorite part about him. They can break my heart and build it larger all at once. And they are
“She loves me, she loves me not,” “She loves me, she loves me not…” I softly speak these words while plucking the petals of a sulky red cosmos flower. I have watched people do this in the movies, and I tend to wonder why they question the state of their love. It’s said that the
But you know what they say, that transparency and honesty in a relationship goes a long way. Well I guess I failed to be fully open with you. How could I show you my dark side that I was not ready for the world to see? I was afraid of the names that I would
A bottle of Hennesey and an ashtray filled with a couple of cigarette butts sit beside me on the black maple coffee table. The ashtray, still warm, from burning my pain away… or so I thought. I mixed the trust with the pain, and it has fucked me up. Now how do I say goodbye
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I met you at Solfest. This was the day I learnt you loved Sol generation. Of course that was the reason you were here. But you liked Nvirii the most. You sang your heart out and screamed his name, I think he might have noticed you. We bumped into each other at the liquor spot
Buried in confusion and a swerve of emotions, she sat by her bed and took her diary and began to jot about the events of that night… She titled the page… ’Camaraderie turned bittersweet’. ‘My mind is clouded with him, Deeply enamored. The bitter liquid dwelled on my tongue, Leaving a mark behind just for
The stereo plays inaudibly, the breeze blows through stealthily and the sunset rays seep through the rear window. They both hum to the beats of their favorite meditation tune… “Roll up and smoke my sins away, I’d like to go to St. Tropez, Maybe I’ll go maybe I’ll stay.” For the past two months, they
They all say love is blind, love has no price and knows no pride. I know that love is really something that’s hard to find. Hard to get away from. Like a drug. Love keeps you in one place. A place that is usually hard to escape. Once you feel love, that’s it. Sometimes it
I am told that love is blind. That love has no price and it knows no pride. That love knows no boundaries. As for me, I believe that love is like a drug. I think I am a victim to that. Once you are hooked that’s it. It takes over and it consumes every bit
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