If only being so blatantly honest was easy. I would straight up tell you that I love you. I would tell you that you make everything better and you're one of the reasons I smile. I keep myself up at all hours just waiting to talk to you. Distance isn't our friend. Distance and time… Continue reading Tell me
Category: Writing
Hurting
This is the kind of pain that hurts the most, the one that silently creeps up on you. The kind that burns the pit of your soul, the one that wells up in the eyes when you're alone. It's the kind of pain that no one sees, but when you're alone it explodes. The kind… Continue reading Hurting
It’s real
I'm not one to say it out loud. I'll write it down. I'll pretend. I'll runaway. Because once I know that when the words leave my mouth, it'll be real, I've exposed what I want, What I'm feeling. Once they leave, it's out there. It can be used against me, it can be meant for… Continue reading It’s real
In search of the moon
In search of the moon,Where the brightness filled the sky And I avoided where darkness touched I looked all around and I still couldn't find it In search of the moon, My eyes wandered Catching glimpses of stars And silhouettes of others on the same mission as I In search of the moon, I gazed… Continue reading In search of the moon
Abuela
I was 7 years old when we lost you. I remember that dad had gone back home to see if there was anything else he could do. I remember crying a great deal. I saw how sad everyone was and so I became sad. I loved you and still do. I never knew someone could… Continue reading Abuela
being maarthaa 