“Sweet Nothings” – Nayana Nair

i crawl into another embrace,scratch the surface of my fake loveto find something true.hopes.hopes.is this what they call hope?it must be. the coffee turns cold as my story ends.again i am wearing a skin i have stolen.the one breathing beside mehas a knack for sad stories recited by happy girls,of being a knight to oneContinue reading ““Sweet Nothings” – Nayana Nair”