…alone doesn’t mean lonely

I’m learning to accept

That I am more than –


That I don’t need –

Justification –

from another.

I can do this thing –

called life –

On my own.

…the noise around me

Where are you really from?

What’s your real name?

Are you a Nguyen?

How did you learn English?

You’re not really Asian; you’re more Australian.

Do you know how to make pho?

Do you know how to make banh-mi?

You have an Australian accent!

Your English is good.

Your food is very fresh.

Do you have one of those cone hats?

I watched a documentary about Vietnam once.

I like Asian women.

Asian women are so small and petite.


I only date Asian women.

What’s the secret of making good rice?

Do you speak your own language?

Say hello in Vietnamese.

Do you speak Chinese too?

Say something in your own language.

You sound so cute when you speak Vietnamese.

Asian women are not demanding.

…time heals

I didn’t choose to fall hard

Falling hard for you was

Never really my intention.

Our random texts

To pass the time

Became D&Ms

Every single night.

I’ll text you whenever

Became I’ll text you

Whenever I miss you,

(Which was all the time).

I miss you then

And I miss you now.

But never fear

I’m growing stronger

Every single day

Even if I am

Without you.

…another version of me.

Every single day, since that particular day, I felt as though I left a version of myself at your feet.

When I stepped away from your arms at the airport, it felt as though another version of me clung onto you.

Every single day, since that particular day, a version of me waits to continue our routine.

She’d wait for your texts of memes and gifs or the random demand for attention after a long tiring day.

She’d wait for her nightly video calls with you, eager to see your face knowing that during that session, the smile that she sees was all for her.

Every single day, since that particular day, the sun would rise and set for you –

Nothing has changed for you.

. A letter to you

Dear you, that broke my trust

Because of you, I find myself

Apologising and thanking everyone

For letting me in their precious space.

I find myself, trying to make myself small,

Small enough to fit into their pockets

So that I do not become a nuisance.

Dear you, that broke my trust

Because of you, I find myself

Losing any sense of self worth.

Because of you, I find myself

Losing any sense of self love.

Dear you, you broke my trust

The day I realised that everything

You said and done, was a lie.

…awkward pieces of my heart

I string out words onto this blog

And at best, they’re considered

Unpolished rambling of my heart.

Every time I’d feel lost, I’d write.

I’d share my pain and memories.

Awkward little pieces of my heart.

I would string every little word

Together like a pearl necklace.

Unpolished, uncut; but they’re mine.

Mine to keep and mine to cherish.

I’ll write on until my heart heals.