I put you in there.

It’s all in the attic,

Your pictures,

Your gifts,

Your memories,

Our memories.

The attic that explodes

With a single thought of you.


Make up your mind, b***h

Not my type
Then Best friends for life,
Transitioning or merely showing?
Them, omg them,
To being one of them,
Growing another face, are we?
Your standpoint sublime,
My Outlook mostly bland,
Not dissing merely asking,
In your head, are you fine?

Nature’s trust issues

Standing here staring,
Waiting for his senses to kick in.
Humans are intelligent beings or so I believed,
Each blow bulldozing my hopes and beliefs.
Done with me,
Quickly moving to the next,
On me the bitterness dawns,
I judged him wrong,
At the cost of my life,
For a building of sorts.



Becoming an entangled mess,
With one end going into loops
Made of harsh words, spite,
And the twisted curls of their egos,
While the other end acting stubborn,
Merely fastening those knots.
It’s difficult to unravel this mess some exclaim,
Cut the crap out to find a new end some explain,
Staying put while the other end retraces Its’ steps, is the best recourse, my heart claims.