It doesn’t make sense that we fell in love as we did. I hated you. I hated the way you breathed, like you held each moment carefully in fear or hope it would be your last. Or the strides you took from the door to your room, anxiously waiting for a cycle to end so... Continue Reading →
What are red flags to someone with rose colored glasses? What is love to someone who’s never had it? Was your only intention to take advantage Of someone who accepted crumbs of affection as currency? Because you made me believe the bare minimum was better than nothing You knew I dreamed in pink- I wanted... Continue Reading →
Translation He and I didn’t speak the same language And it became increasingly difficult To translate what I meant when I did Things for him without asking Or when I wanted to talk with him often or When he didn’t want to speak He told me mujhe tumse pyaar hai multiple times In multiple ways,... Continue Reading →
Golden Boy I don’t have space in my heart for the golden boyFlawless and sparkling, so bright that I can barely seeThe sheer magnitude of his presenceTraps me inBeing near him feels like getting close to the sunExcept I’m so much in awe that I can’t even feel myself burningBit by bit, parts of myself... Continue Reading →
Ready or Not, Here I Come In the past two years I’ve felt very detached from my identity as a writer, and I think that could be because so much about me has changed. I spend too much time idealizing the me that I was before I graduated, and not enough time appreciating who I... Continue Reading →
I have been incredibly uncertain about what to do for my second post on this blog. I try to write poems sometimes, and I wrote this poem last month. I hope you guys like it! (Do not worry, I am ✨okay✨) Also, if anyone has any title suggestions please leave a comment! ... Continue Reading →
Suddenly Unhyphenated In May 2018 I learned that the racial identities you’re given at home don’t always travel with you when you go abroad. I experienced the best three weeks of my life while studying abroad in Austria, but also a confusing and unexpected loss of identity while there. Going abroad included a lot of... Continue Reading →
The Philosophy of Aarel 