The heart weeps softly, showing its bruised hue.
Shadows of despair whisper, I'm following you.
Icy winds and grey clouds all around.
Not the faintest beam of light is found.

Does your night teem with sparkling stars?
Or behind the fantasies, veils deep scars?
Does your heart dwell in a city of dreams?
Or breaks into bloodcurdling screams?

To a great extent, your lips laugh.
But your heart merely does its half.
It longs for joy in a world of strife.
How peculiar is the riddle of life!

When shadows speak and the heart bleeds,
A hand of solace is all what it needs.
So, to let them pay heed to a heart's cry,
This hand will write till the ink runs dry.

Last night, I held your hoodie
alone in our bed.
It still smells like you,
but nothing is the same.

I thought we’d have a lifetime,
but there are only moments left.
never agains and last times—
we let a good love die.

I struggle with our memories;
it’s everything I keep:
remnants and ruins
of a world we’ve left behind.

I see our love,
all packed into boxes.
I thought we’d have a lifetime,
but I have to let us go.

two-sided things,
not monovalent states of being.

The second half of guilt is blame,
and anger’s naked backside, shame.

Embarrassment reveals defiance
while hope decays to troubled silence.

Sadness bleeds from pure elation,
sorrow’s core is resignation,

and love conceals a womb of grief
(though grief may someday bear relief).

Our hearts, with time, are torn asunder,
but mended, hold more space for wonder.

I wish I might’ve known before
the years lay shattered on the floor.

I wish I would've told you so,
but oceans ebb and rivers flow.

I wish I could've shown us how—
for that was this, and then is now.

We all crave something,
But once it's in our hands,
The craving ,the longing,
The spark—it disappears,
Drifting away
Like a leaf upon the river.

Yes, But Do You Know You Deserve the World

Through the sunshine and the rainbows,
through the dark and stormy nights,
your light shone the brightest,
and whomever it touched, it lit their world.

And in that light, do you know

you deserve the yellow of the sunflower below?
Your gleeful smile thawed the frost in the air,
rushing into me and all around me—
like the fresh breath of air on a winter morning,
like drops of water slipping through a cracked rock,
carrying beauty in an ethereal glow.

And maybe you don’t see it,

you changed me and the world around you.
Your words carried a voice of reason,
filled with warmth and understanding—
sometimes childish and playful,
but always fiercely protective,
like the sunflower guarding its yellow.

So I tell you again,
your eyes shine bright like the stars above
Your radiant smile took the blue out of my day,
set butterflies to dance in the world’s wake
Even when your cries dampened the world below,
in my eyes you still appear so beautifully yellow,
since the day I first saw your glow.

Everyone’s the hero of their story,
Everyone believes they’re in the right.
Unless they hate themselves,
So they push away everyone else.
See the sights and hear the sounds of sonder,
It’s honestly refreshing if you take a moment to ponder,
How everyone is aware like you,
Though they may not see the world like you do.
How I wonder,
All thanks to sonder.