They clamorously shout, “Do not go into the light!” But I am foolishly attracted the way Moths make love to Fire © 2016, Quiyet Brul
Your eyes are not fucking waterfalls © 2016, Quiyet Brul
I fought civil wars in bed © 2016, Quiyet Brul
Momma, I'm not pretty enough. I will one day be left behind Unwanted. Momma, I’ll never be able to express myself. I’m a balloon that loses its air unnoticeably. Emotionless. Formless. Lifeless. Momma, I am scared that all I will feel is devastation, brought on by the hurricane of emotions to which there is no …
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
Parallel lines have so much in common It’s a shame that they would never meet If somehow they met and overlapped just once, would they be inseparable Or would they grow apart farther? Parallel lines that do not meet are much better At least they grow together side-by-side forever © 2016, Quiyet Brul
He became the stars that shined in our eyes, the beating of our hearts and his hand touching mine, the breathing and sweating of our skin, tears and anger and betrayal and...