I'll craft you poems
every chance
that I get,
strip your soul bare,
entwine it's
essence — adorn you with words.

In novels, women ruled,
queens in pages revealed.
Girls grew in ink's embrace,
forever kids — time concealed.

your eyes delve, pages
turned, tales unfurl;
novels well-read.

drunk on love, mind
stagers — your tale unfolds.
I'll pen your chapters,
paint your
canvas — stories untold.

as you read, worlds
entangle — your narrative
defined,
the lines, your story shall
wrangle.

In ink's embrace,
forever you'll be, a character
in poems,
written by me.

"Maybe, we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing.

Maybe, when someone says, “I see you,” it just means, “I see you.”

- Bojack horseman

Candles burn out,

               Eventually.

I'm used.

Just that sometimes it gets really heavy!

🌕


The moon never asks for
attention after all,

                          It just glows.

We fed on each other's soul,
until we both ran out...

We are just looking at each
other now.

Love falls like snow.
It's beautiful but it's cold.

I gave her my heart, but she never cares for it.

It just sits there...

                    ..collecting dust.

Heart on my sleeve. My soul on a leash.

"I've got an infinite number of places to go, the problem is where to stay."

I had to stop.

Because what else
is left to give,

when you
give it all you got?

Don't get too close.
      
                     I     e  x  p   l   o     d   e!

I was just
trying to save the
little that was
left of me.

I didn't know.

Putting out the flames,
when emotions
set you ablaze
just turns your heart cold.

Sometimes you mean just a little. And sometimes you mean nothing at all.