“It hurts only once” my mother told me, “the first time, then the pain goes. It’s how we’re built.” It was a mid summer night and the baton of womanhood was being passed down to me, as it has been for generations.
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The sun heard me blame you and call you a monster then it tag teamed the moon, who held me as I cried, guilty for what I’d done. With all our fucking creativity, neither of us could dream up one good reason to stay together.
The things I write about.
But if you catch hold of me in the dead middle of the night and cut me open, you will find a little girl that is questioning it all. Do I see you in the desperation of an addict? In the screams of a quite child?
Que Sera, Sera
The people around me have looked loss in the eye – lost friends, family and even themselves. And if after all that, they can sit here singing so carefree, I start to wonder which future I’m so worried about.
Collisions and Explosions.
It doesn’t need sugar-coating, it’s animalistic, not meant to be perfect. Breathe heavy, sweat. You are two bodies in their most natural form. This is where you can truly be you, so be clumsy, make mistakes, get rid of any expectations, lose your self-respect. Fall, bump your head against the wall, go for her lips and miss
Missed period to magic.
At some point in her life, a woman looked at a man and decided that she wants to hold his wrinkly hands at 80. Love knocked at their door and walked straight in, like an uninvited guest that you only sort of recognize. A while later, they decided to have you. When you first made…
My nose ring.
(Inspired by Melissa Lozada- Oliva) The blood from my nose ring was like two kids kissing for the first time. Taylor Swift’s ‘Love story’ is playing in the background and they both are really awkward. They’ve watched too many movies for this to go right. They are trying to avoid the image of god staring…
What does your journey home cost you?
Think about it, we all say people are complicated but the heart needs something as simple as someone looking forward to your arrival. And isn’t home perpetually waiting for you to come back?
I’ve started living in metaphors.
And more importantly, does my coffee demand to be bitter in order to teach me this life lesson?
Grey.
Then all of a sudden reality comes crushing on to you. The hollowness starts to ache and you realize that there was a side to him that either you did not know or you chose to ignore. You tell yourself to rethink every happy sensation. Keeping in mind that he left.
Almost Like the Blues. 