Papercuts And Love

Make me wander around through the trail of setting stars.

Do you miss a part of them that was way too crucial for you to outlive?

What if we are stuck in a loop? A loop of toxic yes-es and forbidden touches.

Giving voice to already-written pieces is fun.

I will numerically stick with you until. The night falls by me being in your arms.

We have some nights that belong just to us. Cling to those nights. Because sometimes we don't need reasons for why we are doing what we are doing.

Love every stretch mark I hide under mom jeans and long-sleeved sweaters.

My thoughts fixate on the fact, that were you drunk that night? Was there a quench for a perfect glass of scotch burning down your throat one last time? But something that hurts me the most was the fact, that you died alone.

My blood thickens over the loss of water lilies. However, there is a calm in my nerves because my anger slips through the tip of my tongue in the garden of dandelions.

Live through me in a world that belongs to you and you alone. Have those memories of you and I alive.

I will bleed crimson. Heal me through the colors of your imagination.

Let's go back to the year 2018, somehow. Just to relive the first kiss of our lives.

I could love myself in ways you never planned for. So, now I let my fingers caress every fold of my skin.

Maybe in your world. While being somewhere around a litchi seed will make you think about me. Maybe I will be more than an annual remembrance for you too.

Allow me to slowly bleed out every sin I ever committed.

In that universe, let my voice curl up through all the topsy turvy lanes until I find that one color that will stick.

Believe in being someone else's in ways you have never thought about before.

You will always be Chandler to my Monica.

Find out a universe that belongs to just you and you alone. The kind of universe that doesn't fixate on what kind of love you should have. Because darling, love is not measured up to satisfy what society finds sufficient enough. Love is the antidote cooked up for your healing.

Make me believe in you and your kind of love the way I believe in that empty glass jar holding on for no one else but us.

Hold on to the dreams even if they scar the top layers of your skin. Own the fucked up ghosts of horror.

Throughout the week. I move forward to embrace every part of us with him.

You were never born in the era of lanterns and midnight oil drying off. But you do know the half-truths of the heartache and sorrows.

Let your body know what it feels like to be wanted and loved.

Finding something that will someday belong to us.

You allow me to be one of the magnetic poles. Not the one that refrains from the other one but the one which attracts each other.

Don't crave for the person who will feel like 29th February. Wait for them. Don't chase them. Let nature absorb its existence right next to you.

I am red... But maybe I am more of a Scarlett.

Let's burn books that were birthed by the Phoenixes of our love.

Are you loveless? Or somehow loved enough to survive?

Let me adore you till my eyes are wide open. Because I don't want to think about that when I can't embrace you anymore.

Have you ever missed a hug? Because at that moment you know how you can not have that hug anymore.

In the back alleys under dim lights. So many of us have somehow lost our inner child.

Welcome home my loves. Let's explore what an Ocean's Kiss tastes like.

Inspired by Joey Kidney. Hoping for you to love it.

Welcome to Papercuts And Love. Here's to the poem Nameless I just want you to know even though you were intangible, you still have my not-so-unloved love.

Find a new language of love in my grief I adorn.

Once in a while, we sure do go through some kind of grief that is nothing but the declaration of destruction.

Here's a poem for your heart the one who misses a particular season a little bit more than usual.

Series 1 Seasoned Love. Let's love something more than well-blossomed flowers. Let's just love clovers and wildflowers on the crossroads and a little far from the willow trees.

Series 1 Seasoned Love. Our love surely feels more alive in the winters. And maybe thats why you are more than my home. Maybe thats why you are my favorite torn sweater.

Dedicated to an almost believable last puff of a cigarette. Love to the blacks and greys of the ash.

Hello love. Here we are going down the memory lane together yet again.

Let's see what I used to write six years ago. Be eager to know what the upcoming episodes behold.

Even in stillness, I will think about her. Because a part of her will always keep me sane even through this chaotic world. So here's a poem for her. A poem for my constellation.

Through pathways and gateways let me find a road that will be for you and your love for us.

Let's find a place for you. A place that will be just for you. And you alone.

Maybe we can find out what their love for each other really is. Let's unravel the forbidden truths.

Here is to our love's first demise. Let's just drown in the dark blue oceans together to find out how to be unloved.

And I am in love with someone that will be never be mine.