i thought it would be difficult
for me to walk away,
but in truth,
i was already grieving.

— the loss of myself
                — ruled by mercury

People
We are like colors
Of different shades
And different materials

Some preferred more than others
But no matter those differences
Together
We make a painting
On this giant canvas
That is our life on earth

And like all art
Some love this messy painting
Abstract and complicated
"Beautiful!"
They exclaim

And some think
"Orange and blue?
What idiot would do that?
I need to tell them that they're wrong
What's their name?"

Dear Faby,

If you are reading this
I am very mad at you
You promised
You wouldn't look for me on here
I showed you some of my poetry
But all that I was willing to share
The rest is too personal
For your ears

I love you
My dear friend
But please don't continue reading
It's an invasion of my privacy

I should have been writing a new poem but instead I got lost in the poetry of others . Their words compelled me to continue on .

16-02-22

Look into your heart
Only you know what it tells
The more time spent together
Driven into the arms of someone else

Intentions, that are not easy to see
By no fault of yours
Learning now that 1 plus 1 is in fact 3

Recalling the distant spark, the beginning
Compared to what it's turned out to be
The road to be taken
Remains to be seen

Reflection remains or whatever it allows
Replaced by regret of the heres and the nows

Whatever was taken or given or kept
Can surely be prevented
By failing to neglect

I don’t think I love you anymore

I mean I think I will always love you
But,
I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore.

My tears
Have flowed
For years
For you
Only you

Now,
My eyes are dry