The Unloving Wanting
There are treasures in hidden corners as much as there are monsters called trauma. This un-loving wanting is our map.
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There are treasures in hidden corners as much as there are monsters called trauma. This un-loving wanting is our map.
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
A glass of lemonade and a whole relationship dynamic in one swallow. It’s all ice shards and acid.
Solo dates are my most enjoyable dates.
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
There comes a point when you have to act like the person who left you will never come back. It’s essential to accept it in order to seek healing. But at some point, you must also ask yourself that if they do return, whether you’ll take them back. That’ll tell…
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
In my 20s, I was made to pick a side in the battle of the Smug Married vs the Singles. I didn’t create that division, they did.