I wanted to write a poem for you...
But words won't flow...
Your silence speaks for yourself...
And I suppose I don't know how to reply to silence...
So I will just leave it here...
An empty...
Senseless poem...
I still love you...
But I give up...
All I can do is wish for your happiness...
Whatever you do...
Wherever you go...
Your happiness is my happiness...
Your sorrows are my sorrows...
And your silence...
Is your answer...

My mind is blown.
Destroyed.
I'll never recover.
Ever.

dawn breaks
eyes open
another day
a little taller but
weaker too
they do say it gets
better
but is better
ever
enough?

It's all just numbers, isn't it?
Day by day,
Year by year,
Always counting.

Day by day look at the number on the scales.
Let the caloric calculator count until your head is filled with numbers.

Minute by minute count the seconds it takes for him to text you back.
Let the doubt and fear multiply until your head is full of him.

Term by term let a percentage on a piece of paper define your worth.

Don't we have better things to do than count?

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.

My heart started shrieking when she said love could not save us. “How else can you explain this?” I protested as I pulled my bleeding heart out of my hollow chest. “This old thing swears to be yours, and yours only” I said with a lump in my throat. “Here is my heart, it is fragile. Break it anyway, if you must.” I cried.

The flowers she picked for me still haunt me. “How cruel of her. To **** a blooming flower for a lover she soon will ****, softly” I thought, but my dancing heart did not agree with me. “Yield” Pleaded my heart. “Yield! Surender yourself to her”. And so I did.