Category Poetry
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem… and the solution.
I finally understand what fighting for love is, and then I get a whole new sense of myself.
Recipe for finding peace at 12 am.
Make a bowl of yoghurt and fruit.
I went past a road today
And I’m going to start looking for better.
Pink Pills
funny how girls get pink pills and guys get blue pills.
both blood-related, and that's where the similarity ends.
girls get pills to manage period pain.
guys get pills to manage blood flow and pressure, for pleasure.
So this is what love looks like…
I spent a few days with my friends, some of whom are in love + feeling tired and envious and, honestly, lonely = words and tears.
I had a Paris Rocher cake from Paris Baguette and…
Sitting in a cafe in Raffles City, looking out at the storm through the tall glass panes.
I'm working, writing, and this little gem on the cake gave me pause.
The cake was good too.
I want to write.
I am overwhelmed by desire while on the train, and this needed to come out.
The television show is Bridgerton, by the way.
Mirrorball
Did I suddenly hear Taylor Swift's Mirrorball playing in my head in the middle of writing this? Yeah.
