There's something enchanting about the rain...
You will always be the ink in my pen, the voice in my head
In the beginning it was hard
Sometimes we fight, Sometimes we argue, Sometimes we don’t talk to each other for days.
I don’t need to listen to another love song
Some people think obsessively about everything. It's the way they operate and deal with life. The five poems in the post are the musings of an overthinker.
I love how you make me see sides of me....
I wonder if I can make room for dependency after so much independence
It's been two years and six months, but I still don't feel like I belong.
It's exciting. It's riveting. It's compelling. It's overpowering.