The dumb fool says,
“Forget and forgive!”
“Move on!”
“Get over it!”

The wise man says,
“Forgive but do not forget.”
“Move forward.”
And
Holds you while you cry a river.

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.

In and out
This is all I can do
Inhale, exhale
To not scream

Food has no taste
Nothing matters
I can’t live here
Your shadow occupies every corner of New York

I feel chains creeping over my body
Tightening every time I hear your voice
Or see you stroll to fill your water bottle
I’m so replaceable to you

You lost 5 pounds
I lost the same
We both lost ourselves
But at the end now, Truth remains

The sun has set forever
Joy, fun, gentleness, all pulverized into dust
It has congealed and covers the streets
Under an unending layer of ice

Am I just a creature to you?
Did you mean anything you said?
Now I’m stuck, reckoning with these questions
I haven’t heard from you in weeks

You’ve changed my life
Transformed my eyes
I see you everywhere
It seems I haven’t made a dent in your heart at all.

candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon

Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?

No poetry today.
No words for the despair.
No calming the fears.
No poetry today.