Words From Her Life

Should you have the chance to read my eulogy, Don’t stand and lie to them that I was perfect.Don’t tell them that I always knew how to love. Tell them how I was stubborn and rude.I will not hold that against you.Tell them how I gave you a hard time.How we argued even about little things. Tell them I walked around looking over my shoulderbecause life taught me to expect disappointmentbefore it…

Should I die and be buried today,I want you to lower my casketinto the ground,so you can let me downone last time.Don’t be too careful with the wood.You’ve held my heartwith far less care.Stand close enoughto hear the ropes strainWith a body too heavyFrom carrying us both.Listen to the soundOf a love finally Letting go.Don’t cry for me,And don’t tell themI was the love of your lifeThey won’t care…

Forgive my shaking voiceAnd my trembling hands.For I love to writeMore than speak. Words betray meWhen they come out of my mouth.They try to hide,They become strangers to me. Yet when I write,All my feelings show.Ink has never asked meTo be brave.Paper has never interrupted me.It has always waited,Patient enoughTo hear every version of my silence. So if I could stand hereAnd write,I would tell…

Here’s the best thing about growing older,And I don’t mean moving from one age to another,I mean growing into yourself. Nothing bothers you as much.You feel lighterAnd want to hold nothing against anyone.You live every dayBecause you remember the daysYou sulked and cursed and didn’t want to wake up. You know tomorrow is not promised,So you make peace with everyone around you.You keep everyone…

His feet shuffleAt the same paceMy heart beats. I dare not turn around. The skies have given usEnough darknessTo keep us strangers.And enough silenceTo feed every fear. Now faster. My heartGiving away my hiding place. My courage betrays me,And I almost give in. I turn my headIn fear. He stares backIn fear. I whisper a silent prayer,For I know nowHe’s on my trail. And he’s about to…

I will never say goodbye. Remember when we used to say this to each other when we were young and crazy in love? Nunca te diré adiós. I will never say goodbye. To this day, I still stand by my word.I refuse to say goodbye because I believe you will come back.Goodbye sounds too final, yet you taught me how to stay. I still leave the door of my heart unlocked. I still say your name when it…

Unedited I hate that I still call your namewhen I’m curled up in bed.I hate that in those moments of longing,When my body rises with desire And I have nowhere to place them,My mind still searches for you.I hate that I want to give myself only to you,That my body desires you and you alone,That my body still remembers a home my heart is trying to forget.I hate that it’s the thoughts of youThat…

We spit on their gravesas if the dead still owe us something.As if they have debtsthat only needs punishment. We spit on their gravesbecause our hate thrives on borrowed pain, our hearts keep scoreof every shattered piecethey took with them. Yet the earth knows no revengeand holds no grudge.Still, we spit on their graves.The heavens keep no score.Because the grave takes sinners and saints alike…

You turned me aroundAnd sat me on your lap.Impatient, your breathing growing heavy.Wanting me was the only language your body knew.I felt your trouser bulge,Threatening to burst through my flesh.For a few minutes of passion,I was everything. I was everything your eyes starved for.You stuck on my skin, scared the night would end soon.Then morning came and you were done with me. You decided you…

Here’s one thing I have learned from my previous post: most of us want to share our deepest feelings with our loved ones, but we do not know where to start. I get it. There are feelings that rest too deep in our hearts that even ordinary sentences feel too small for them. These are the feelings that stay quiet, waiting for the right time to be let out. This is the reason I love writing love…

I’ve long believed that my name would sit comfortablyin sentences that began with my wife. I taught myself patience.Practiced how to be soft,even though I’ve never been good at it. My flaws,I learnt to edit them slowly.To work on them,like somehow I thought these were the missing pieces. I showed up, whole.In my nakedness. Then slowly, I adjusted myself,then showed up again,better,or maybe I…

When you see her, tell her her daughter is tired but standing.Tell her the nights are long,and sometimes morning arrives without answers,but her child still wakes up hopeful. Tell her she is gratefulfor the hands that have held her through this season.She feels them every day,even when guilt dances on her faceand she doesn’t know how to ask for rest. When you see her, tell her I am still…

The walls refuse to utter a word.No space to argue.Nothing to interrupt my thoughts.Just the clock moving slowly,and the light staying loyal. The couch remembers my weight.Nothing here asks me to speak.I sit with words left hanging,their silence heavier than sound. I fold anger into my handsand sit on it so it doesn’t spill.I choose peace without feeling it. Still, there is a space between…

Finally, my heart exhaled.A long breath she had been holding since love first taught her how to wait.Last night she sat with memories,looked them straight in the eye without fear,and asked them to speak.For a long time, I kept my heart on a shelf,tucked away with questions that refused to sleep.She wondered if love was real,fought for closure,wondered if she had ever been enough,if she had…

This load.Sometimes it takes up all the space in the room.It sits next to you, follows you around,refusing to be left behinduntil you start believing you’re the only onebarely holding it together.This load,It breaks you until pain feels important.It walks around the room like it owns the place.For a moment,You don’t think about the woman laughing next to you.Maybe it’s a mask.You brush off the…

Some things you can’t burynot even in the pits of helland pretend they aren’t there. Like that piece of youyou want to rip offlike Dr. Jekyll trying to kill Hyde,put it aside,and act like it was never part of you. Because truth be told,it still lives somewhere.It’s just dormant.Quiet even. And with the slightest trigger,it comes alivelike it never left in the first place. Maybe that’s a good…

I wrote my poetry ebook, The Shape of Survival, over the better part of last year. It wasn’t something I sat down and wrote day after day, rushing to finish a book. No. I wrote these poems on different days, when life was happening to me.I never posted them anywhere. So I finally decided to put the pieces in one place—a book. I wrote these poems while going through different seasons in 2025.…