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i. gregory, with his sun-kissed skin & microscopic eyes, knows not to don rachel's rose-coloured glasses or take her reality classes. although he is swimming in disbelief, he can't help feeling like he's mourning something that he's not yet lost. ii. rachel's forte was never gardening. her family tree could rain its leaves all day but she will not be the rake, clawing its way through the earth to neatly bundle a bouquet; she can not see ian's pleas through a rose lens with embers in her eyes. iii. ian is not afraid to get his hands dirty. if an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, then maybe rachel was the sacrifice, & he will not h

snow white: fruit of my eye, freezing blood in my veins. poisoned, tachycardic; i fear the end.

you appealed to me. i ran.

the holidays leave the end nigh yet they wonder why the suicide rate is so high.

first love, you did not waltz into my existence with shoes fit for dancing & intentions of conquering unknown (depths of) melodies of lucid heartbreak, like you did with the others. no, instead, you were found nestled in the sheets of another, proclaiming love to a lover whom you tried too hard to love properly. first love, i thought i found you in the upward curl of his smile but instead, discovered you in the dark depths of your doe-eyed innocence, denying that you were sleeping with the enemy in your bed, whilst realising that running was not an option when you knew what you were trying to run from. first love, i saw you trade thoughts f

it was autumn's beginning when he scattered a combination of kisses on my collarbones & chest (the rusted gate to the crevice of my crux) in a vain attempt to unlock the possibility of a love so parched, like the terrain of his treachery, that the sweat determined to fall down our backs would be enough to quench his thirst - as if each kiss would be enough to transform my entire core into a garden of his own to play in. with each kiss he planted flowers in my heart, with roots down to the core of my being, knowing of the dark clouds pouring down the rain from my brain, nourishing the fruits of his labour in a cool whirl - a breeze enough to

a few excessive kilograms adorn my body, stubborn in their departure: like an uninvited guest too dense to perceive the subtle hints i leave on my skin; not feeling as blessed as i could have been if i were thin. if i am too much then why do i feel like i am not enough for the starved society that eats away at my insides & feeds me empty, palatable lies, (a fabricated portrayal of reality's demise) leaving me wishing that each bittersweet tear i cry is enough to rid my body, my healthy home, of excess salt all through my eyes; not realising that the number beneath my feet does little to measure each person who feeds off of my kindness, my

laugh a little, love a lot. you'll get your heart broken so maybe not, but who am i to call the shots? sadness will consume you if you allow it to. happiness is a few steps away, but it's up to you to find its path & don't forget, nothing will last. take what you get & work for what you want. know that something will set but waiting will get you nowhere. be kind to those you love so they'll know that you're there. play the hand you're dealt & gamble what you want. learn to deal because all of it is real. learn your lessons before you play them out. know them thoroughly before you get out.

I am The upward curl Of her mouth, The smile she wears When she has no doubt That what she sees Is true. I am all her cares. I am the glimmer In her eyes - All she sees Because I leave her blind. I am the polluted oxygen She thrives off of - The very same toxicity Coursing through her veins, Merely a harlequin Who increases her pains. I am the king Of her body, Of her heart. I am all that she values And I value all that She has to lose. I am the fall Before the pain, The slow dancing Of the dying leaves In a season Without the rain. I am the largest planet In her universe, Maybe not her sun But I am the only one Her earth Revolves around. I

the poison escapes & the saturation of oxygen takes my blood's shape, restoring life occupied by a miscalculated mistake. electrolytes & adrenaline intravenously dripped & injected are replacing what i voluntarily rejected at speeds that question if angels roam the earth. they're waiting for a confession, probably an apology or two, now that they think that they're reducing the hurt. poised on the couch & my mind is working against the interrogation. time makes a fool of them & the silence is better as a teacher than any explanation. "it's always been this way," i manage to stammer, "for as long as i can possibly remember." that doesn't sa