that moment
laying on that couch
I wanted to kiss your lips so badly
dying to feel
your lips on my lips
my heart ached
and I desperately needed
you.

new year
new beginnings
it's supposed to be a fresh start
but what if it's just
the same
on repeat?
we still bleed,
a new year but it's bittersweet.

tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write

You promised me once
To write me a poem
A special one
Just for me
The words you've said
Keep spinning in my head
The words you used to say
Trying to make me stay
You made me used to waiting
So I waited for a long time
New promises that you were creating
Then I realised this was just one of
The promises you used to make
And used to break.
That moment I decided
I had to write my own poetry.