If I could only tell you
You're not alone
I would
If I could only tell you
I know
That when the world is sleeping
You silence your cries
But you still hope to be heard
I would
If I could only tell you
I hear your heart
Screaming for someone to understand
I would
If it means one less hurting person
I'd tell you
You are loved, heard, and understood.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
A different stage, a different story
Yet the same effect that poetry has on me
When the pain gets overwhelming
When I can't tell a soul a single thing
I tell through poetry.
You can't expect everyone to understand
And you can't trust everyone
Because they might judge you,
Leave you,
Or tell you things you don't want to hear
Or what you already know
It's what I fear.
Poetry doesn't judge
It doesn't talk
It only listens.
You don't even have to be afraid
To be your vulnerable self
Poetry is your friend.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
Almost 70,000 words
Still, I can't figure out
Why poetry seem to flow
When I feel like giving up
9000 days and more
Still, my heart betrays me
I guess we'll only live
Once we choose to be happy
Can You tell me the secret?
Can You show me The plan?
My heart yearns to know
Please tell me I can.
Jan 15, 2024
Jan 15, 2024 at 4:44 PM UTC
One way to know that you love someone:
You put their needs above yours.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 12:40 AM UTC
Your senses come alive
The aroma waking your soul
The brim gently touched by your lip
As you take that first sip.
You smiled at me as you said,
"It's amazing how it energizes you
When you take that first sip."
You don't even drink coffee
You said you do now because I do
I love drinking coffee
But there's nothing I would love more
than doing things with you.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
The hardest part
Will be the days that come after.
Prepare your heart.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
And I knew I would be broken
In a way I’ve never been before
But I also knew it’d be worth the shot-
It would be a privilege, even-
To be both hurt and loved by you.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
When you are alone
And you stare at the ceiling
And time feels like an eternity
When you’re sad,
That’s when you become a poet.
When you are with someone
And your heart flutters
And time feels too short
When you’re happy,
That’s when you become a poet.
But when the sky was a different shade of blue
And my heartbeat was louder
Than the drops of heavy rain
And time felt like it froze
As I felt my first numbing pain
Of being left,
That’s when I became a poet.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
I see your face in every person I meet
In the street
And I wonder,
“Do you see the same?”
I can still hear you call my name
As I turned to look at you,
You smiled.
There’s still a trace of that smile
Somewhere deep within my memories it lies.
Buried but not forgotten.
How can I forget
When you make me want to remember?
Your smile has always been that trigger.
But it was really the silence.
The silence that spoke a lot of things.
That pulled me closer.
It is what I choose to remember.
You, standing across from me, not saying a single word,
Only smiling.
But right then and there,
You inaudibly uttered a million things in my heart.
And I chose to remember.
Because losing someone doesn’t always mean you have to forget.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC