‘Me too’

‘Me too’


Me too, she said,

I remember

what I was wearing

That day.

Not that I would

Wear those clothes

Ever again.

It has been years now.


Me too, I forgive

Him for what he did

That day.

Not that you should forgive

Things like



Forgiving is not

the same

Thing as


I hope one day

I can forget.

Him too.




Dedicated to all the women who have been victims of sexual harassment. Many of you have took part of the #metoo initiative and many of you have not but that is your right just as it is everyone’s right to say No.




I need to water my plants.

They aren’t mine, technically.

They aren’t his either.

They used to be

Ours, but we split up.

He is gone now.


We never had a baby.

Or a puppy.

Or a gold fish.

Or true love.

Just a few plants

And a lease.

Leftover pizza.


The kind of relationship

Your grandma

Doesn’t know about

And she keeps asking you

If you have met a

Fine young man yet.


And you always say no,

Not yet.

And you never lied to her.

You just lied to







There you are,

Walking down the aisle.

So slowly. So peacefully.

He is waiting for you,

And for your life together.


I don’t know why people cry

At weddings,

But I do too as I pray

For you and for

Your new family.


I never heard what the priest said

At my own wedding.

I was too busy being in love

And making sure my dress doesn’t catch on fire.

So many candles.


But now I can really listen and hear

Words like communication and trust. Family values.

Lord, hear our prayers.

Bless this new family

And the rest of us.



A mistery

*A mistery*


There was nothing misterious about her.

No, really. Not a thing.

No dark red lips whispering untruths.

No phone calls in the middle of the night.

No skeletons in her ikea closet.


Just an average girl.

A 9 to 5 French vanilla one. No sugar.

And yet to him she was a mistery.

And each little piece of the puzzle

Brought them closer to love.






Fall is when

… your hair is windy

And your eyes tear up-

Not from the cold air,

But from the beauty

Of the world around you.


It is when

You turn around

To catch a falling leaf

And find yourself

Reaching out

To someone you love.




Too many fairy tales

*Too many fairy tales*


He said I was talented.

I laughed it off.

Talent is just a seed.

A pumpkin seed.


You water it and it grows

Until it turns into a pumpkin

And the pumpkin grows

Into a carriage.


At midnight all your effort is lost.

But at least the Prince

Is in love with Cinderella. Forever.

He said I read too many fairy tales.




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