The very first time I remember you, we're playing tag in the schoolyard,
and you're chasing me through the fields, and I love you.
The next time I remember you, I’ve fallen in the fields
I search for you through teary eyes, but only see that you don’t love me back.
I've stopped trying to find a universe where you help me up from my fall,
because the end result always stays the same. In every version, my heart still calls your name.
Our love is always tumultuous, and you always ask for forgiveness. You attribute it to my kindness, but I reserve my sentiments as wistfulness.
I flick through our multiverse of madness like a child’s storybook,
trying to find where it went wrong and if there is a universe where it could be repaired.
In alternate realities, I watch as you’ve declared your love for someone else. Each time I rewind is like a dagger through my chest.
Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. I’d chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes until I find the one where you’ll return to me.
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 2:07 PM UTC
In those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine
if soulmates do exist
then i'm missing a puzzle twain
Plato wasn't fallacious when he said the soul splits a brace
once you cradled my hand in yours,
our fingers dance, entwined;
I sensed this eternal connection,
that we are forever, intricately aligned
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 3:08 PM UTC
."My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send."
My heart leaps at the connection of lyrics. My depression formulates.
Reality hits me all at once.
"I got neighbours, they're more like strangers; we could be friends."
I look deeply into myself. I'm aware that I'm hidden beneath a façade. Could they ever accept the real me? Would they still fancy me?
"I just need a way out of my head. I'll do anything for a way out of my head."
Forever hidden, my emotions remain. This melody brings my subconscious to the surface. My persona preventing the reality and potential felicitations;
My thoughts scatter.
Am I still worthy of their affections?
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
our relationship is a rollercoaster i never want to get off of.
the rollercoaster escalates, our love blooms;
in the same movement, the rollercoaster dips
we fall, we crumble, we scream.
suddenly, it surges upwards
we hold hands, we laugh;
we drop,
the tunnel is dark.
i reach for your hand, but no one is there.
so i sit here in the shadows, waiting for the next jolt
on the rollercoaster ride i never want to get off of.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
in those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine
if soulmates do exist
then it is true that my soul was cut in two;
Plato was not fallacious when he said the soul splits in two
once you caressed my hand in yours,
and our fingers intertwined
i knew that this was forever,
that we were forever,
when i saw my life in your eyes
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
the gentle kiss on the lips
the smell of hunger in your breath
the taste of hennessy on your tongue
my fingers tangled in your hair
. . .
your lips lingered against my neck
the time stood still;
i glanced into those gleaming, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes
. . .
i always wonder,
what if?
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
with every waking moment, the world around me intensifies
it feels like drowning
but drowning with every breath i take
every gasp of air, every moment i inhale
the lungs inside me collapse
"help!" my body screams
but only a small whimper
escapes my lips
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
it was never about you;
those words were written as a form of art –
each word planned and meticulously placed.
it was always about the broken smile romanticized in books, plays and films;
or the way a single strand of hair paralleled with the pigment of the morning sun.
it was how your features resembled the most artistic and aesthetically pleasing parts of the world.
these poems represented the “honeymoon stage” of a relationship,
[our relationship]
a façade;
when you read these poems,
remember that they’re a form of art;
you were the poison behind the inspiration,
you were never the art.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC