I Wish.

I wish you never made me all these promises. To see the Northern Lights To travel to Japan – where we both loved To buy me a customised engagement ring – “white gold, with an emerald; I don’t believe in diamonds” Advertisements

Over.

The first The one I thought I’d never get Over Insults clad in jokes I swallowed Reckless disregard of feelings I tolerated Ridiculous behaviour I defended

The Busker.

He aims to be inconspicuous Nondescript Blending into the background The white noise Amidst the incessant buzz and chatter Murmurs of the crowd

Stagnant.

Do you ever feel like nearly everyone else’s life is progressing to the next level, while yours is stagnating? Well, perhaps stagnating is pushing it a little; there are still little (some may say major) developments in your life – like the new job you took up, finally getting a place of your own, taking tennis … More Stagnant.

Hypothetical.

I would have loved to know how it’s like to kiss you Would it be tender? Would it be gentle? Would your hands explore the terrain of my back or Would your fingertips caress the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck?

Just Because.

Just because my hair isn’t long doesn’t mean that I’m any less of a girl I wear my hair short to feel your breath  tickle my bare skin when you’re right behind me

Glow.

With furrowed brows, she stares at the wall of text on her laptop screen – its brightness inevitably creates a gentle glow against her cheeks. A low, resigned sigh leaves her mouth as she rests her chin against the back of her hand. Her mobile phone buzzes.

Relapse.

Mending a broken heart is an arduous task. Unlike a physical wound, readily visible to all and sundry, where its recovery is tangible – and therefore trackable – One can never be completely certain of the extent one’s heart has healed. Some days are better than others – you get distracted by immediately pressing obligations at … More Relapse.