Let us discover
different places together,
where you go, I go

3:45 PM
18/1/21

I hope the fragments of me
left behind in your heart will
continue to make you smile
while I am gone.

Darkness calls me
at midnight and takes pity
on this lonely soul.
The night turns cold and
the shadows return after
another busy day of
distracting myself in light,
out of their reach
if only for
a little while.

I want to give water
to the garden of memories
and flourish these
withered sunflowers
that kept me warm
so very long ago.

I remember when
you were still a sunflower-
back when you planned to reach the sun,
back before they had trimmed your leaves
and left you to wither.

Hi,
I know
it's been a while-
have you been okay?
It's okay if you're not okay,
you don't have to be strong
all the time.

I worry about the day
my tank will deplete
and I won't be able
to give you my
all for I will be
running on
empty.

The page is a mirror
and each word reflects who we are.
These sentences are reflections
of our souls and
it can be euphoric
as it can be painful.

Sometimes the
need to want hits me
like meteor and I
am knocked off course
into the void of
cold memories and
the emptiness of loss.
Once again,
I am left to find
my way back to
my sun.

I hope life is treating you well
wherever you are right now.
Just know I still think of you
for you are never forgotten in this heart.
Indeed, this heart misses you
for it is you that fills it.
That way you are never gone from me,
and though the years pass,
I can treasure what I keep in my heart
like a fire on a winter's night.

You planted
sunflowers in this heart,
each one blossoming
a dream, a smile, a memory.
You touch this heart
and I am consumed
by love and
by light.

I cannot believe
that you cannot believe that
you are amazing

7:32 PM
25/5/22

I used to think
that I was invincible-
a stone heart impenetrable
to the holiest
of goddesses.
And then I met you-
just one glance and this heart
began to thaw.

For as long as I have known you,
I have wondered how such a tiny girl
can hold so much love.
Indeed, you may be small but
you have the biggest heart
I have ever seen.
How can so much love and beauty
fit inside the small being
that is you?

It was easier when you were here.
You filled each day with a joy
I have not found since you.
No matter what came my way,
your smile was enough
to make me forget the pain
at the end of the day.

Every love story
turns into tragedy if
you wait long enough

4:04 PM
12/4/20

I had never
felt more 'me'
than when I
was 'yours'

I find myself lost in the cosmos
from time to time.
Sometimes, I feel too far gone
to ever return to Earth
but that's okay,
the galaxies caress me in a
strange but splendid
silence.

We are not
victims of our past,
we are survivors.
We learn to heal along the way-
its not like life gives us a choice anyway.

I don't want to know you anymore-
not how your day was,
not what you dream,
or even your name.
You cut me down and
I'm still climbing back
to who I used to be.

I do believe in
monsters and demons and they
live in you and I

11:23 AM
4/4/21

Dear diary;
I'm so tired.
I am so tired of wasting energy
on those who so not reciprocate.
I am so tired of proving a point
to those who do not listen.
I am so tired of forgiving the same person
over and over again.
I am so tired of putting on a happy face
when that is not the case.
I am so tired of staying silent
for my mental health.
I am so tired.

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

Don't look around,
you won't find me again.
I wonder what's the point of goodbye,
I was never particularly good at them anyway.
They tend to leave me in a mess,
and it tells on my face.
So skip the platitudes and be on your way-
goodbye is just a phrase and phase-
sometimes long,
sometimes short.

We do not get a
lot to truly care about
in this ruthless world

8:23 PM
22/7/21

You're a sunflower
and I long to get lost in
your beautiful scent

6:33 PM
5/8/22

Love is a road
with potholes and pitstops,
crossroads and car trips-
a long and winding road
that runs forever in
our hearts.

Cancel culture is
built on the sin of
revenge and not the virtue of
forgiveness.

You took up
a lot of pages but
you won't be in my last chapter.
My story was
never about you,
it's about the ones who
stick around for the
entire book.

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?

My memories
are carried by the southern breeze
across the oceans
to the one I long for.
Our goodbyes wonder endlessly
on foreign shores and
I can still hear your whispers
drift through the
darkest of nights.

How I yearn for
your tender touch.
Your fingers are like the sun
the way they open up this body
like a sunflower awaking to sunlight.

Dear diary;
I am my one
and only enemy.
Somehow,
I am content
and depressed
about it all
at once.

Dear diary;
there were no heroes to be found
in this story I call my life-
maybe I was the villain all along.
Will a hero give this plot a meaning?
Will a hero redeem this sinful soul?
Vain and vile,
I am the villain.
Pride and pain,
I am the villain.

Is it really so
hard to believe that I do
deserve happiness?

11:20 PM
20/7/22

What do you do when
your head is obsessed but your
heart is detached?

7:27 AM
5/2/25

Who are you?
I do not know you,
yet you come to me
in my dreams and leave me
wanting more.

Another year,
another roller-coaster
around the sun
and all its highs and lows.
Some of us were left nauseous
while others chased the thrill,
daring to ride another year.

The world's lost flowers
follow your aura
to find their way
back home.

I will plant you
fields of sunflowers
that spell out your name
if you promise to
keep them
in bloom.

Words come and go but
feelings do not change, for they
remain fossilized

10:50 AM
24/9/22

Every step you take,
every soul you cross,
each one leading you down
a different path with the
potential to change
your life forever.

You planted sunflowers
in this heart and so gloriously they grew,
under the sun they glow,
singing your name from
dawn until dusk.

I want my poems
to fall like seeds in your mind
and sprout like flowers

6:11 PM
7/6/22

I think back
to when we first met and
compare it to where we are now...
what happened?

What is worse:
the ending or forgetting
how to begin again?
We have a choice not to
give into the destruction and despair
or rebuild from the ruins of
what came before.

There is no soul,
it is merely an illusion
we have created to
project our desires in death onto
in hopes of an afterlife.

Dear diary;
tonight,
my memories
are my moon as I
sit beneath the stars
basking in the twilight
of you and I.

I keep our love alive by
Finding you in every sunflower.
It is in them that our love blossoms-
every word, every smile, every touch
held in every petal and
every seed.

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.