Life will not hand you
your dreams so easily-
It simply gives you the tools
to achieve them.

Your words are hollow.
Each one can be tossed
into the sea and drift back to you.
You will never navigate
these shores again.

You'll go through this world
in search of a lover that
you will never find

5:48 PM
10/8/21

No one likes a mystery-
we hate being left in the dark.
To not know is to suffer
night after night.
What a cruel fate
to be void of
clarity.

I hear your voice and
I hear poetry, music
and everything nice

6:11 PM
9/8/21

Loving me is like
watering a sunflower
but without the sun

12:21 AM
9/8/21

Somehow, I always
seem to leave with a bit less
than I had before

12:13 AM
9/8/21

You are more than
you give yourself credit for
and even more in my eyes.
I hope you get all the things coming to you-
there's no one more deserving of that.

To want
and to be wanted
is an all too human condition-
or is it a flaw?
Either way,
it is nothing to
feel shame for.

All alone with the
voices in your head.
Now I'm face to face
with the living dead.

Dear Diary;
Lately I've felt like
all I am doing is 'existing'-
I am 'just here'.
I wake up day after day,
each one a repeat, an endless loop.
Nothing happens anymore,
I'm just going through the motions
to get the **** day over with
just to do it the next day.
This is not what I had envisioned-
this is not living.

You have the only
hand that does not feel foreign
between my fingers

3:40 PM
7/8/21

I have come to realize that
we, humans,
have a religion-shaped hole
in all of our hearts.
What do you fill yours with?

We're passing strangers-
eyes meet eyes, lips meet lips-
strangers once again

11:39 AM
7/8/21

It's a dog eat dog world, baby,
and I simply found myself
at the bottom of your
food chain.

Yes,
it hurt,
but not so much
for what you did,
but because of your dishonesty.
You ran away with the moon
and blamed it on the sun.
You left me in
the dark.

Fear not,
your soulmate
will make you fall in love
with yourself too.
They are you and
you are them.
Two souls,
one love.

One day
you'll look back
and be glad things did
not work out.
Sometimes,
someone new takes you
by surprise and you wouldn't
have had it any
other way.

The first night we spent together
was heavenly.
How we arrived in this Hell,
I will never
understand.

The skies burn red
and I remember
everything you said.
A warm breeze, a warm memory,
running through my head.

I sleep alone with
empty arms but that's okay-
it is nothing new

11:20 AM
5/8/21

You, a bee,
dashing from flower to flower,
leaving them in a field of smiles.
We wish you the sweetest pollen
and sunshine to guide you home.

It is okay to leave,
but if and when you do,
don't forget to cherish the good
and abandon the bad.

Sometimes
two souls find each other
through the crowds and chaos
and a magic blooms:
Two hearts
become one.

Life is increasingly
turning into one big "should've"-
perhaps it has always
been one.

I didn't know a
kiss could turn into such a
descent into hell

1:49 PM
3/8/21

There are a lot of
ways to stop the pain but the
scars always remain

1:47 PM
3/8/21

I like the city
but I do miss looking up
at the starry night

1:45 PM
3/8/21

I once knew a man
who could read minds and with this,
the pain never ceased

7:24 AM
3/8/21

We can see the galaxies
beyond the Milky Way
the way we can see the pain
beyond our smiles.

When I walk through this city,
I see so many wonderful restaurants,
but the only one I want
is located halfway across the world
somewhere down your street.

It still pains me to
think of the nasty memories
we cannot un-live

10:06 AM
2/8/21

Fingers on my skin-
your heavenly touch sure feels
like a sin sometimes

1:32 AM
2/8/21

I don't need to ask
if you still think about me-
I know you do.
I refuse to believe that our memories
held no weight on your soul
nor our love upon your heart.
I don't think I'd believe you
if you told me otherwise.
We can't run nor hide from these feelings
so let's stop wasting our time.
You've got to still feel something,
just as I have after all this time,
I'm sure you still feel it.
I am there,
and you are here,
two hearts that used to be one-
that can never be undone.

If I could
rearrange the Earth,
all of the flowers would
spell your name.

If I had known
that was the last time
I saw you,
what would I have done differently?
Would I have memorized your smile
for all those rainy days you
wouldn't be here?
Would I have held you longer
hoping that your warmth would
stay with me for just a bit more?
Would I have kissed you one more time
so that I remember heaven
when hell comes next?

When life gets you down,
there's always that one person
who will be there
day after day.
So what happens when
they fade into
the night?

Like a sunflower,
you pour so much
love and light into something
only for the forces of nature
to wither it away.
The odds are always
stacked against
life.

Deep down,
I think I know that
I am better off alone.
Maybe I’m just saying this
as a coping mechanism
or maybe if I keep repeating it
enough times,
I might actually
believe it.

People come,
and people go-
it's one of the surest things
in life.
So why is it so hard for me
to accept that?

Why does the moon
always shine so bright
when you know the hangover
is going to be glorious
the next morning?

Hollow are the
promises we make
after midnight.

The demons
always find a way
of rebuilding the bridges
I set ablaze so very
long ago.

Our memories
bleeds through my pen
and onto the page.
Though I don't get to see
you smile anymore,
your beauty still shines
through my words.

I worry that maybe
you are not the same person
I perceived you to be.
Maybe you are different,
or maybe you deceived me
like all the ones before.

One day
you will forget me.
When your sun is
no longer in my orbit,
will there still be light
upon my world?

You can sit around
and hope that time
solves the puzzle,
or you can put
yourself back together.

We are
just a memory
and memories
fade fast.

Sometimes
things don't work out
the way you hoped they would.
It's as simple
as that.

If you get sick of me,
then I wish your days are
filled with happiness but
when the night comes,
I may not be there
to say goodnight.