you said
it would work out.

it didn’t.

i hate
that i knew
i’d be right.

i tried to drink
my feelings away
until i nearly drowned
but their grief,
patient as a vulture,
kept waiting for me
even at the gates
of the afterlife.

i don't think about you anymore.
except when i become
my own lowest point.
you cross my mind then.
briefly,
grazing the edges
of my reality,
impersonating a friend.

but i don't need you anymore.
so, every time you knock,
trying to sell,
wearing your shiny labels
like a badge,
i'll shut the door in your face
and let the night take you back
to the abyss you crawled out from,
veiled in shame.

I dream my poem.
I poem my dream.

Sometimes a season comes
in a different way.
Sometimes there is a scent of flowers
you don’t see,
still making your day.
In life things can change in a second.
Live and feel intensely.

What a waste to hate,
to fight,
to lose faith and
to have all this wars.
Doesn’t everyone longs
for love, for peace?
This isn’t how it was supposed to be.




Shell ✨🐚

hands clasped
in color

the leaves spin
in cotillion

ash
and ginko twinge

green
to gold

it is not
so much

that i miss you