our canvases were born
from chaos at midnight.
colour spilling with the smoke
of cigarettes waiting
patiently in the tray.
we wove them in
with the brushstrokes
then let it breathe
so the magic would dry.

'darkness is coming',
dark blue across white
a bird slurping
rainwater from petals.
or something like that.
art is supposed to
make you feel something.
ours wasn't there to be nice.

one day,
it wasn't there at all.

i came home,
and found them gone —
shredded and torn.
the reminder,
that hands crafted them
that wouldn't caress you,
was unbearable.

i'm sorry.
that i shouted at you.
that i couldn't respect
you needed space,
a clear head
away from the clutter
that came with me.

i would have done the same.
we don’t get to choose
who we let in,
and who we love.
the only choice we have
is whether to erase it
slowly,
or all at once.

growing up
is all a memory now,
i don't remeber
when i just magically
became a teenager.

but i know
im becoming who i
used to be.

shades of blue for my sorrow,
shades of grey for my tear stained pillow,
shades of teal for the ocean i used to watch,
and shades of orange for the sunrise that i never watched.

im bringing back
my good old friends --
emotion
and confusion.

i don't know
who i am
or what im doing.

because i magically
recieved all these
responsibilities.
i was never ready for this,
i sure never asked for it either.

we don't understand
how much something
or someone
means to us
once it's taken away.

i didn't realise how much
expressing ny emotions
meant to me
and my mental health
until hello poetry
went down.

sharing my feelings
with the world
really helped me realise --
im not the only one
going through this.

i connected with people
through words
i wrote
at a stupid hour
after a long day.

you don't realise
how much
you take for granted
until it's taken away.

Nobody’s.
Just want to be somebody’s.

What would you do
if only us two
here in this place
where everyone's face
leaves it to trace
Feelings flooding down
when i see you drown
cannot talk
but walk
walk away
smiling through the pain
standing in the rain
isn't it stupid
how me must be muted
age the barricade that stands between us
us, we can never be one