My Greatest Escape 

There are pastels and acrylics, Water colours and oils. For every empty canvas, An opportunity to vibrantly portray emotional torment at its extremes. Every stain, a physical representation of the internalised screams. While each slope symbolises instability, And varying shades of a single colour attempts to depict the blurred line between nightmares and reality. It …

All You Had To Do Was Love Me. 

I heard people talk Down the hallways, on the sidewalk. The whispers got louder, I heard them too. It shouldn’t have mattered how much it hurt you Because it hurt me a thousand times more. If only you asked me just once, it would have been something you knew. All you had to do was …