through you

I’ve caught your eyes kissing my flaws But you as a whole is transparent and all I could see is Him © 2016, Quiyet Brul

like || love

I like you to the point where the wall that parts Like from Love is indistinguishable So, I guess I love you © 2016, Quiyet Brul

at night

I am like a three-year-old kid and he's the monster under my bed ©2016, Quiyet Brul

tala

I tried to reach and reach and reach and now what? ©2016, Quiyet Brul

puppeteer

a puppet: your plaything that can never detach from the threads played by your fingers i twirled my body elegantly to hold your attention yet you grew tired of me like any other child you let go bones collapsed threads twisted i was left jarred on the surface unattended unmoved unloved © 2016, Quiyet Brul

no i’ll just let you be he says

no i’ll just let you be he says the water that flows out of the faucet —clutching dazed cupped hands decanting from one hand to the other morphed into fists— i tried to hold you though i can’t or couldn’t hot cold which one were you? © 2016, Quiyet Brul

discombobulated

as i was writing our love story my emotions stuttered a construed tale and my sickened hand retched poison to blot the paper © 2016, Quiyet Brul