She was there when "her" fiancé left her in the middle of the night a week to their wedding.

She was there when "he" came knocking on her door in the dread of the night seeking solace and a place to lay his burden.

She was there when "she" came seeking for help and a shoulder to lean on.

She was there when he needed someone to listen to his bitter tales and offer comfort.

She was there when their world came crashing down, she built a better place for them.

But when she needed them to do the same for her, they weren't there.

Psychiatrist commits suicide.

Now, patients he had saved from

Committing suicide,

are left high and dry!

i keep the ink in my pen flowing
and my eyes on my inspiration

and whether this is weakness
or hope or strength or delusion

my imagination has proved to be
just as strong as my depression

so if my mind has sentenced me to death
life will have to be my own creation

22.07.20

Look at me.
I have my side soaked with these sparks
melting away so many veiled winters.
There’s ivy in the songs I listen to
at nights
and that thin line that separates (interpreting us)
the want for each other
from the want to ravish one another.

I don’t know.
Nostalgize me.
Let’s go back to blinks and look at us
right before you end us...
“Able or unable?”
Madrid was burning yet there was a kiss
in which we didn’t care about
dying in flames.

Take out the camera and capture this:
The Moon cries as well
knowing it will never
be able to reach the wolf.

She woke up and made the decision not to wear her seatbelt;
She always wondered what it would feel like to fly.