Running away from this thing called ‘love’.


You constricted me
And enabled me
But I preferred it
That way
I no longer
Let my love
Wander freely
And you
No longer
Had to worry.


Stories yet to unfold. Tales that are not told.


To him love was like fire.
It was beautiful from a distance,
but once he got close it burned,
and if got too close he took a step back.
To avoid the pain,
to keep his heart in place.
In the town he was known as ‘The Player’
but behind all of that flirting
and the smooth comments
hid a scared and insecure boy
who only had one wish.
For a girl to see through this act of his.
And be with him.
In spite of his flaws and scars.