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Creative Writing Love

Name

What do I call this?

Love?

Limerence?

This feeling of despondency that covers me when you’re not near.

This need to see your face.

This madness to hold your hand.

This smile I wear when I smell you so familiar.

This want to see you standing next to me.

This despair I feel when you don’t call. 

I think I will call it — Love.

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Creative Writing Love

A Kindness Wasted

The only reason I gave you this kindness was because I cared.

Some of us give more than we take.

I didn’t expect the rest.

I didn’t expect you to take this kindness and think that it was forgiveness.

You took that kindness as weakness and as forgiveness and started life anew — with someone else.

That kindness was a kiss. A kiss that was meant to heal and build a bridge.

Your tone was a bit removed. I inhaled your rejection. It stinks.

But you know, don’t you? It’s us. The ones who break that save the ones that broke.

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Creative Writing Love

Loaded

You made a dick move.

Now it’s my turn.

I’ve blown into the chamber and eyed it hard.

6 chambers so loaded.

Now I’ve cocked it.

I’m taking my aim.

And just fired a question at you.

— Do you still love me?

I watch you — freeze, stutter, whimper and lick your lips.

I fire 5 more.

— Do you still love us?

— Do you dare leave now?

— Was it a him?

— Was it a her?

— Will you let me kiss you Good Bye?

I watch you take a knee to the floor.

Answer-less.

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Creative Writing Love

Questions

Is it true that unions end because one person loves a little bit less?

But what happens if I told you that I am willing to love you a little bit more than your little bit less?

A few years down the line, would you still give me a smile that your lips promised to only share with me?

Will your voice still have that curious inflection when you whisper words that mean nothing yet mean so much?

Can I take your lips with my tongue and make them mine to do or to die?

We should start this journey together, and so, a question: Will you join me for coffee tonight?

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Creative Writing Love

Algo

I saw you on my Samsung screen.

I swiped right.

You swiped left.

You didn’t want to see me.

Algorithms don’t care about us.

The algorithms don’t care about me loving you.

That’s why I went and held someone else’s lips with mine.

Yesterday’s pleasure, which was designed to forget you, was supposed to be a happy memory.

Yesterday’s pleasure is my regret today.

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Creative Writing Horror

3 Months

It wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.

It was because she was hiding something from me.

I pry her lips open with my tongue.

I wish it tasted like him.

I taste guilt.

Her breath smells sour like betrayal.

That’s when she says: I’ve slept with someone else.

I ask: For how long?

She murmurs: 3 months.

I bite her lips, because I want to giggle.

A 3 year marriage is supposed to end over a 3-month affair?

The joke’s on her.

She was always just a one night stand.

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Creative Writing Love

Talk

Your one hot minute away made me a hot mess.

All I wanted was for you to sit with me so I can tell you my tale. 

You knew that if you won’t then no one else will sit here right next to me. 

So I left you.

You because you refused to come sit. 

But he saw and he chose me.

Me because you never came. 

So I left you. 

Leaving you was easy to do because he was easier to talk to. 

He did the two simple things that you wouldn’t: 

1. He sat with me. 

2. And he listened.

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Creative Writing Love

Smile

Why did you have to look at her like that?

Was I wrong to think that your eyes were only for me?

Is this how this love ends?

Why offer up that smile? 

How many more secret smiles do you offer others when you promised (over a kiss) that your smiles only belong to me?

Have you grown tired of smiling at me the way you used to since we exchanged our hearts on that night? 

When I hold your hand, it’s not because I was saying Good-Bye. It was because I want to say that I’ll never leave you.

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Creative Writing Love

Wonder

I wonder if our love will grow stale once you grow and prosper in life. I wonder if all this effort will be in vain. Do you wonder the same?


Can you still love a smooth face that has given way to wrinkles and the shame of time?


Will you still care for the person whose head is adorned by the greys and whites of hopelessness and frailty?


Could you possibly kiss the lips of that one person who once remembered your birthdays throughout the years, but now forgets as he stumbles and falls in weakness?


I wonder if the whispers of I Love You will be forgotten — just an echo now, which Time has chosen to forget too.


Tell me — Do you wonder the same?