Possession

I stole your heart, locked it inside a wooden boxSwallowed the keyWaited and watchedWatched and waited as others grew warm by the thought of your touch Yet you stayed and relished in the coldIsolated and aloneIncapable yet desperate for that warmth that always remained in sightAlways far from reach Your favourite colour was once emerald…

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The Beauty & Mundane Nature of Single hood

“Why are you single?” A question I’m asked often, drawn from generations of perceived obligation and the illusion that a partner can complete you. It’s a question laden with curiosity… sometimes ignorance, but mostly concern. We view singlehood as a path not consciously chosen, so I felt it necessary to mention why I currently opt…

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