The Aftertaste of Sorrow

I carry you around with me, A pebble in my shoe, A backpack heavy with regrets, An invisible blade stuck in my chest, A blood stain on my conscience, A wound in my memory, Through which images and scenes seep through, Remnants from better times, When you and me, The two of us, Shared a … Continue reading The Aftertaste of Sorrow

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The Aftertaste of Sorrow

(Warning: I'm too depressed to bother about grammatical mistakes.) Dear friends, in the last week or so I’ve turned from a romantic hero into an almost-maniac. Sometimes, out of too much enthusiasm, out of too much passion, out of too much love, we lose our heads and say and do foolish things, we become bad … Continue reading The Aftertaste of Sorrow

How Do You Feel When You Are Heartbroken?

I feel like a butterfly whose wings have been clipped by a girl with sharp scissors. I feel like a love letter never sent. Like a wedding dress never worn. Like blue lips. Like Romeo when he thought his Juliet was dead. Like Juliet when she knew her Romeo was dead. Like Friar Laurence when … Continue reading How Do You Feel When You Are Heartbroken?