The Breeze Takes Me Back

I am happy. I really was. I have found love when you've shown me none. But you coming back, reminded me of how painful it had been; to have loved and lost. To have thought to have been loved and let go of.

I smiled the day you left, and now you know, it was a lie. I wasn't unscathed at all.

Memoirs the Wind Brings

The languid scent of jasmine loomed overhead. Starry skies. Warm summer winds. It spoke of home. Memories drenched in summer showers.

Memories in (S)crap

I looked questioningly into his eyes, the same ones that stared lovingly at me before. It was indifferent. It didn't want me. Those eyes continued to stare at me, boring unto my soul, still, lifeless as glass. Things had changed. He did. Did I, too? I tried to smile, to tell him it was okay, that I understood why we have become like that. All I could do was choke, as i tried to hold back my tears. His eyes were speaking goodbye. His silence was screaming. It was over. He was never coming back for me.



The same eyes that promised me forever.