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[an-elveinthesky]

…Often times when I am crossing the traffic lights, I remind myself that I’ve got a mother who tore her body apart to give me this life just so I don’t end it right then and there. She waved me goodbye with a box of snacks for the road and a prayer. It will be so easy to end it all but I can’t let her faith go dry.

So throttle the self pity and look both sides. I make sure to step ahead when the light glows red. If it wasn’t for her I would’ve painted the striped concrete bloody with her gone faith.

—Akshitasingh

[an-elveinthesky]

Not a single wound on my soul has been inflicted by an enemy. Not a single dart pierced in my heart has been thrown by my nemesis. Not a single one.

—Akshita Singh

[an-elveinthesky]

So you thought I should die first,

You keep on sewing your wedding veil,

But it’s my skin in which your needles thrust,

So my heaven’s too petty now that you found a charming hell,

God forbids he ever shows his shades of red,

But Wait! He already had,

I know what I said,

The same old lie to each other we fed,

If he’s the one you want, by all means queen of that vice, make your bed,

I hope it’s well made with a glass of water on the side,

I hope you get all the attention the entire world couldn’t have suffice,

God forbids he ever does you like you do everyone else,

But ain’t karma have a deal with the god?

May she have her fill.

—Akshita Singh

[an-elveinthesky]

Your father is an angry man because that’s all he had at his childhood home. Your mother is a brass vase, because glass couldn’t survive in her parents home. Now you’re made of anger as strong as metal, you take it out on yourself every night and still don’t break.

—Akshitasingh

[an-elveinthesky]

We grow tall and it hurts,

We grow to swell and it hurts,

We grow till the ceiling is too low,

We grow till the feathers of the fan starts to cut,

We grow everywhere at once,

So much so the kid inside has to hush,

We grow old by the numbers,

We grow, it’s a curse,

We grow into a monster big enough,

To make your father’s four walls small,

We grow as they stretches out the hair,

We grow till we burst,

I’ve tried to disagree with Sylvie but found no truth beyond this,

We grow and it hurts

-Akshita Singh

[an-elveinthesky]

Hate blossoms where love dies,

It’s never a dry ground when I cry,

Enemies to lovers is too dreamy of a trope,

Lovers of all kinds leave the rose beds bloody after the fight.

—Akshita Singh

[an-elveinthesky]

I can’t help but wonder,

If the sky would’ve been a bit brighter,

If the air would’ve been a bit lighter,

If only I had an out of the text book father,

My head would’ve been a bit quieter,

Would my bones have a little more meat on them,

For I wouldn’t have eaten the life out of me if wasn’t for him,

I would have gone to bed and just fallen asleep,

I wouldn’t question every wrong step I took since falling off the crib,

I wonder what joy would’ve tasted like,

Without the aftertaste of his disdain,

I keep wondering, daydreaming out into the night,

Readying myself to get up and fight,

But I can’t,

There’s a little girl scared out of her little mind, she can’t,

I wonder if my mother had a sparkle in her eyes,

If she did, I don’t have to wonder where she lost it,

Would I have had sparkling eyes?

Did I lose it?

—Akshita Singh

[an-elveinthesky]

The urge to self destruct I get once a month will put me in a grave one day

—Akshita

[an-elveinthesky]

I want to be pretty soo bad, because when you’re pretty you don’t have to be anything else. The world is so shallow that it will hate your bloody hands but still adore your magnificent face, it may not love you for it but it sure as hell will want to be you. As fucked up as that sounds that’s the truth, all the girls with their big blue, green, hazel eyes, they all know the power they hold. They know that when someone talks about them, they bring up the colour of their eyes, like a prominent landmark. Girls with brown eyes don’t get that, they have to make up for it by excelling at school or practicing the perfect punch lines. They don’t get the metaphors of sand, the sunset, coffee or chocolate.

—Akshita Singh

[an-elveinthesky]

Me knowing i'll never get my apology because they don't think they did anything wrong💔

[an-elveinthesky]

Nothing annoys me more than when someone expects you to be okay with something that they wouldn't be okay with if you did it

[an-elveinthesky]

You know exactly what is in your hands and you drop it anyway.

Tell me what is it called? Carelessness or Cruelty?

—Akshita Singh

[an-elveinthesky]

Are you lovesick all over your bed yet?

[an-elveinthesky]

Life’s too depressing to girl boss at work all day,

Just put a little bow on everything you love 🎀

—A.S.

[an-elveinthesky]

Dare me to sit and watch what we’ll become..

—Ivy 🌱 🍷 🪦

[an-elveinthesky]

There was something in his hands,

I longed to fill them.

—AkshitaSingh

[an-elveinthesky]

I can rip my heart open and serve it to you on a platter,

But you would still have the audacity to say that you like the breast better.

—Akshita Singh