The day you left,
I forgot how to write.
I forgot the way it feels to feel my fingers wrap around a pen
and pour emotions in black ink into a white abyss of nothingness
filling it with words so that it doesn’t seem so empty
so terrifyingly alone.
Do you remember my fear of wide open blank spaces,
both dark and light?
You told me that blank white nothingness
is what it feels like to be at the centre of a star
just as it is falling apart.
I’m so sorry
I didn’t believe you.
I am there now,
and I know you weren’t lying.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
"Why did you stop writing?"
"He was my muse and when he left, he did not only took my heart, but he took the one thing that kept me sane, the desire to write."
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
I see you in pieces of everything.
I want to disconnect for a decade.
Imagine throwing my laptop in the ocean
and hope you’ll wash away with it.
But you won’t.
It would just be a waste of a great laptop.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
I read the last paragraph of my favorite book.
I remind myself that some things I love end.
And that’s okay.
I eat sweets.
I text my mother
and tell her i'm losing my head
And she says,
“Are you eating chocolate?”
Because she knows I am.
This sugar addiction is hard to kick,
just like you.
You are a sweetness I know
is bad for me.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
You were there, so commanding
Do I have a deep understanding?
Have I made Chopin my own?
Somewhere in this music that follows these notes,
Do I exist?
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
From a stranger,
To someone I can't stop thinking about.
I watched you turn into a friend,
While the clock ticks at twelve.
The nights turned us,
To strangers who happened,
To have just met.
(But no),
We never met.
We don't have a clue,
About a thing or two.
Night falls,
Crashing down around me and you.
Carrying out an unnecessary unromantic subplot,
Figuring things into this dim lighted screen on my hand.
to be continued.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
I want to write like you
so bad my heart kind of hurts
I want to move mountains
the way you do with your words.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
who is the real you
are you the boy who’s the nice one or
are you the man who conceals his feelings or
the puppet master of all around you
we all seem to have different perspectives of you
all so varied and diverse
so who is the real you
considering that you are a piece of art
a mind full of potential
a distinct presence
though a thing that is so inconsistent
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
What if I think I’m falling for you?
Would that be okay?
Would you smile at me
and want me too?
Or would you turn away?
Would you leave me here?
All alone?
Feeling quite broken
and alone?
If that is the case,
then I hope I am not!
With that conclusion,
is this worth a shot?
Ah, but what if WE
are meant to be?
Why not take a chance?
This could be a happy ending,
if you’d dare to dance this dance.
I know that this may be a risk,
but take my hand, let’s see.
Maybe the happiest ending yet
begins with “You and Me.”
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
You’re sitting across from me,
I see you,
but do you see me?
Because through my eyes,
you are an enigma.
It’s hard for me to ignore,
your intellect and charisma.
Into your mind I long to dissolve.
Together, I wish you and I could evolve.
because you are a riddle that I long to solve.
You make me feel things,
that I haven’t in a long while.
And when you’re sitting across from me,
I cannot help but to smile.
I’ve known for some time,
that I’ve had a crush on you.
But with these feelings,
I no longer know what to do.
You’re sitting across from me,
do you know of these feelings I hide?
You intrigue me, that I cannot deny.
Should I take a risk and put down my pride?
I just keep thinking, that maybe it’s not the right time.
Even though, in you I have come to trust and confide.
You’re sitting across from me,
I see you,
but do you see I?
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC