little unlisted notes to self

you can’t write yourself out of a story unless you’re ready for a new beginning. | when you love someone, you can’t expect them to love you back the same way. | you can’t expect anyone to react the same way as you, even if you do the same for them. | you can’t expect…

dear [redacted], 

dear [redacted],  you might not hear this a lot in the future from the people around you, but it is okay to be selfish in ways that are not understandable to others. it is okay to love yourself on days no one is able to, and it is okay to do things for yourself. it…

about home,

i. at night, just before you sleep, when the curtains are quarter-drawn and the sky is on your side, the slight turn of a head would make you look at the stars adorning the sky. since it’s june, i like to believe one of them could be jupiter. perhaps, next week, it’d be saturn /…

how to empty a vessel of negativity:

shelter it into a cocoon. wrap it up tightly. as many times as you want to. use glitter paper and newspaper, jute threads and sandpaper. anything. leave little chits inside if it serves a sense of comfort. leave it out in the open. let it rest there for a while. observe it. try to understand it….

overlooked aspects of modest love:

soft mumbles lost against each other’s skin — kisses hidden inside collarbones — saturns smudged around the joints — catching ladybugs — fingers finding tangled knots — caramel and cheese popcorn — noses brushing against each other — warm coffee and clouds — smiling / sneezing into kisses — accidental touches — pillow forts and…

what we are, pt2.

we fall in the sad category of, ‘could’ve been,’ but then even that’s questionable. we hold hands only when we’ve drank enough to miss each other. we’re those pitiful almost lovers, that sometimes love, and sometimes don’t. in our poems, we are much more in love than we are now. we are presumptions and other…

celeste and noah, ii.

celeste liked painting the sky with her emotions, angry strokes on angry days. for days, she’d stay with the sky, painting it in different shades, leaving empty spaces in between, perhaps for noah to fill in if he ever came back. for days, celeste painted the sky hoping noah will see how beautiful the sky…

to the one he loves next,

consider this an ordinary angsty letter a girl writes after her first heartbreak. i hope this letter finds you in the best of health and love, i have no anger or hatred towards you. with a lot of expectance, i wish for you to understand the importance of being loved. i say this because i…

bittersweet lessons of september. 

losing yourself is easier than it seems. stick to basics.  actions really do speak louder than words.  you learn a lot about a person once you leave. when love starts to be used as a substitute for loneliness, everything turns toxic.  people are rarely who they say they are. it is what it is. we…