Hi
Im glad i didn't get to know your favorite color,
Im glad you were not patient enough to see me unravel,
Im glad you left before i knew how your laughter sounds on a Saturday night, but im not glad you broke me.
You broke my heart before you even knew where I kept it.
You broke my heart even before I even handed it to you,
How do i say I miss us when we never even got to that part,
How do I say I loved you when ill never even know how your reply would sound.
Maybe I should've stayed home that night, maybe I should've gone to the library,
Maybe then I wouldn't sit here surrounded by faint memories of what we could've been,
I can hear the winds whisper baby names ... babe I swear im not delusional
But somewhere deep inside I wish you can hear them too...
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 5:21 AM UTC
A face in many frames
A footprint in many sands
A reflection in many mirrors
A voice in many songs
And a fingerprint on many hearts...
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC
My shadow wears black
even on days when we are supposed to be "letting some colour into our life."
I look at her and she winks, then she smirks and for the most recent time, I pretend sarcasm is humour
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 2:11 PM UTC
I dont know how to feel when life tells me she's not a poet
but her rhymes keep hitting me in the face
Her metaphors keep pushing me to the ground
And her lines keep holding me back...
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 7:31 AM UTC
You asked me why I don't stay away
But
How do I tell you that the hate you've shown me is the only definition of love I know...
How???...
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC
From hurt,
I've learnt to build up as many walls as I possibly can
and with too many layers,
my heart tends to disappear
but whenever I'm asked why I'm heartless
my only reply is
I rented my heart out
It got too comfortable
and refused to return...
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
i may have despised
for the longest time
that she was your sun
but you’re my moon
and i guess what
i’m trying to say is—
every one of my nights
would be darker
without her light
all over you
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
Poor men talk to God.
Rich men talk of wealth and fame.
Poets talk to ghosts.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC