Of Nerds and Book Worms

There was something about the way she had her nose buried in a book. In the way her overly large spectacles kept slipping. In the way freckles lightly dusted her cheek bones and forehead. In the way her hair fell on the sides of her face like velvet curtains.

There was something in the way she licked her index finger to turn the page. In the way her lips were slightly parted in awe. In the way there was a child-like innocence in her eyes. In the way she was in another world.

Surely it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault that she loved books more than she loved people.



My dearly beloved,

If I die today, will you sow rose seeds on my grave and water them with your tears? And when they bloom, will you forever keep the dry petals in the locket I gave you on your birthday?That way I can be with you forever.

Is this not what they call love? 

Shooting Star

I saw a shooting star last night. Without hesitation I wished you’d love me forever. I guess not all wishes come true, and we waste wishes on those who don’t deserve them.

I bet the stars frowned down upon me last night, thinking, “Ah, she’s no naive. No one can love her forever but us.” I guess they were right.


“Close your eyes.”, he said.

“Can you see them? Can you see the stars as they beckon for you to follow? Can you hear them sing beautiful melodies as they try to lull you to sleep? Do you recognise the song? I bet you do.

“Can you feel them? Can you feel the stars beneath your skin as they flow through your veins? Can you taste them in your mouth? Can you feel them in your fingertips? Can you feel the galaxies in your heart?”

“Open your eyes.” he said.

“Now tell me. Do you still love me more than you love the stars? More than you love the moon? More than you love the night sky?”

“But you’re my night sky.” I said. “You’re my stars. You’re my moon. So no. I don’t love you more than I love these things, because you and them are one and the same. You’re my galaxies. You’re my everything.”


Honey, don’t be shy. Don’t look down at your feet. Don’t fumble with the buttons on your jacket. Don’t clasp and unclasp your hands. Don’t fidget. Don’t let the blush creep up your cheeks.

Look into my eyes. Let me undress your mind. Show me your soul. Show me the ambers that burn within. Show me who you really are. Bare your flaws to me. Forget about the world. Forget about it all. It’s just you and I.

Honey, let me undress your mind. Show me your thoughts. Show me your dreams. Show me your fears. Show me you. Show me who you want me to be. Show me what you wish we could be. Let me undress your mind. Let me undress you.