margarette, while writing away my feelings, i am on the seat where you sat the first time i met you. lately, i have been longing for you in the spaces you’ve left behind. your company. your calls. your messages. it has been a struggle to go day by day. it’s dimmed. it’s soundless. it’s almost …
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
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
I am like a three-year-old kid and he's the monster under my bed ©2016, Quiyet Brul