The devil’s in my midst.

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt