Out of ammo and out of breath
because you exist here, the air has became flammable
and these walls that i have built, are just paper
and your words are doused with gasoline, fanning the flames in my chest
you shouldn’t have come here, if you didn’t know how to play with fire
but you lie here anyway, with a match in your hand
you say that you are scared, but you aren’t the only one trembling
“things will be alright” sounds like such a cliche, but that’s all i can muster right now
you close your eyes when you cry
(and that is all okay)
but please don’t keep them shut too long, my love
things have become beautiful since you last looked
and there’s nothing more to cry about.
Posted on Monday March 1st
About me
She can talk to you for three hours straight, making you laugh, cry or simply wanting to stab your eyes with a pencil. Meet Stephanie Gwee, a struggling Political Science student and a freelance tech and lifestyle writer, who more often than not, simply wants to sit in a corner, indulge in a bout of people-watching and sip on low-fat Hazelnut Latte.Her desire to purchase the world’s supply of Chanel bags (and her love for the written word) had pushed her to become a freelance writer for the most widely circulated broadsheet in Singapore. Having a love for both consumer gadgets and fashion, she writes for the paper’s tech supplement, as well as their fashion counterpart. Though far from achieving her lofty Chanel ambition, her writing stints help to pay for her hefty mobile phone bills.
She invites you to email her at stephgwee@gmail.com if you are looking for freelance writers or just someone to talk to. Or you simply wish to donate to the “Buy-Steph-A-Chanel” fund.
