i miss you the way summer misses rain a desert in drought still waiting sparsely halting a vast land begging for you to come © 2017, Quiyet Brul
my phone forgot your name my heart thinks otherwise (one of which stopped ringing) sometimes i’d let my phone die, and i envied it.
when did breathing become a difficult chore? © 2017, Quiyet Brul
Are your feelings for me real? ©2016, Quiyet Brul
My poems are now about you © 2016, Quiyet Brul
All I want is your attention © 2016, Quiyet Brul
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