In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.

dark night is the bed
to which i come
mostly late,

strip my soul,
lay it down
covered in
memories of
black and white

nostalgia dressed
in a tear-soaked mess
wetting my pillow case

i’m falling down,
asleep;

dark night
is the bed
in which you
no longer wait
for me to come
mostly late.

Don't let others determine
Who you are
Find your own path
Find your own way
Define yourself

never date a poet because they’ll
expose your lies with the stroke
of a pen and leave you to bleed out
your sorrows.