I am an option,
One you’ll tire of,
When another of yours,
Posts a sexier photo than I.
Category: Writing
Bottled Sunshine
Let sunshine fill my days,
May I bottle it, keep a jar,
For a rainy day that drowns me,
May the rays keep me warm,
Until I find the right path to be on.
I don’t belong
Am I tied to a place-
That sends me sinking,
Into an abyss of self-loathing,
A weight in the pit of my stomach,
Knowing I don’t belong here.
Love Thyself
The forgiveness and love I give,
So freely to others in abundance,
I deserve to give to myself too.
It’s okay
Honey, it’s okay,
You can ignore it,
It’s only my heart.
Strangled Thoughts
My voice is strangled,
Words cut off from the source,
I wish so much to tell you things,
But if I do, I wonder what you’ll think-
Of me by the end.
Clay
I yield,
As soft as clay,
An unnamed victory.
Drowning
I thought I could tell you everything,
Then I realised that by doing that,
I pushed myself further out to sea,
And now I’m drowning.
Cherished and Loved
I collect our memories,
Polaroids and old tickets,
Moments I cherish,
Though not as much-
As my love for you.
Follow The Spark
I wonder where the spark goes,
Is it stored in jars for a rainy day,
Or crushed by the weight of reality,
Until all we feel is loss and regret?
Bohotea 