Dedication doesn’t necessarily mean
Constantly working
And working hard.

Dedication is not giving up
If it takes ten years
If you work in parts.

Dedication is when it’s hard
You want to give up
It’s taking so long

Please hurry up.

But dedication is continuing.

My thoughts crowd my head
It's too noisy.
It’s basically a mix of
A never ending song
Poems
Words I read
A thousand thoughts yearning to speak
It should be an introverts nightmare and yet somehow I love it.
But I can get tired of it sometimes.

A childhood returns
For a day.
For a moment.

Laughter fills the room
Like before
They first left.

Is it weird that I can write
About some things I’ve never experienced?
People tell me I’m good with feelings

But I have only my empathy to thank.

We were our own fairytale,
But not one you would read.
Sure, we were quite happy
But my heart will always bleed.

“You’re perfect together”
Everyone would say then,
But on the deep inside
I knew we had to end.

We’d walk home in sadness;
My hand would be in yours
We knew I’d have to leave
This place that we called ours.

Now I’m gone for good
No one truly knows why
But we do, and I’m glad
That I got to be your life.

A movie with a plot twist;
I didn’t see it coming
It shocked me somehow even though
You were always cunning.

A ballad with a key change;
You could’ve stayed the same
But you left me with a hole in my life
And you left me here to pay.

I write what I want
When I feel like it.
It’s not planned at all
It just happens.

The words seem to flow;
They surround me.
Yet sometimes I can’t
Write at all.