“You Can, You Should, And If You’re Brave Enough To Start, You Will.”

I'm made of excerpts I personally extracted from the books I read, of songs' lyrics, of blankets and of cups of coffee.

My mind is either a gray cloud or a current of air violently whirling in a spiral.

Every night, my soul howls for the moon; my hands bleed words about tragedy and doom.

These dark brown orbs loathe mirrors but would always tear up at the sight of the sea, maple trees in autumn, of beautiful people.

And my heart only yearns for one thing. . .

To feel things in colour.

-H.Asteid

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

"Let's just admit it. When we break a person's heart, we break a little too."

-H.Asteid

" What made you so afraid of people getting too close?"

-H.Asteid

Autumn Love

Our love was softly subdued, in shades of autumn amber hues. With leaves crunching beneath our feet, it was his love that began to destroy me.

Reciting our beautiful vows before the lord, we danced on a windless October night, to a haunted symphony of melodious chords.

Lost in the darkness of his hollow eyes, the exquisite mask he’d designed slowly fell, into decaying autumn leaves on the ground, and his love withered without ever making a sound.

© September, 2020  Kathlene

" You gave me no other choice but to be strong."

-H.Asteid

" And If I could only keep from death, I would."

-H.Asteid

How many more sonnets do you I have to write for you?

How many more steps to do I have to take to get to you?

You see, I'm running out of ink

And it's like my knees are about to give in

But I kept writing

I kept walking

Coz honey, you're inked in my mind like a tattoo

You're like the cups of coffee I consume

Cup after cup after cup

Still, I can't get enough

I can't stop!

I can swim, Believe me I can swim

But my heart seems to be so fascinated with your depths

That it doesn't mind getting drowned in it.

But you won't let me in.

You'd leave your door slightly ajar then you'd slam it on my face,

You'd pull me close then you'd pull away

You have me wrapped around your thumb

That when you ever you needed a hit, I'll be your drug.

It's insane! I mean...

I think it's the other way around

You.

You are my drug.

Your love's my addiction

But the way it's consuming me right now,

Tells me...

That you are both my sweet salvation and also, the road that would lead to my own destruction.

- H. Asteid, One-sided Sonnet

" And my biggest mistake was loving you more than I could ever love myself."

-H.Asteid