I wrote poetry like you still read it each morning,
And I let my soul finish all the sentences.
Lying in my bed with your heat still soaring,
I wished for one more second in your presence.

I bargained with my pillow to let me sleep,
So I could fall into your arms in every night's deep.
Like a prayer, he is my dream prophet—
Like my broken soul, I am your poet.

I just hope the night can cure my blues,
That one day I’ll see the real you.
That you find the queen in your shoe,
And we can dream of a future or two.

It’s time to accept I lost the love of my life,
To forgive myself for feelings I can't control.
To fight and rise above my vice,
Even if I set lonely goals.

My phone still waits for your red heart,
But only if you’re ready to try.
Because love like ours is art—
It’s God chasing joy, it’s heaven in sight.

In ten years’ time,
I’ll still be on your mind—
Crawling through the memories you try to forget,
Smiling at all the things we said.

But I promise, if you send me a red heart or call,
I will answer—I’ll keep my vow.
And if then you give this a chance,
I'm bound by your love and my promises.

I will survive the relentless storm,
Because there’s a chance it might keep you warm.
If you need to travel, to be, to explore—
I’ll be here to love, to keep, to hold, and more.

I loved you
Like fire that brands,
Like a sea of flame and glasses of sand,
Like galaxies that breathe and holes that mend.

And I loved you
With my body and soul,
With all my beliefs and brokenness whole,
With faith on the edge, ready to fall.

And I lost you—
A void that consumes my dreams,
Broken words stitched into bed seams.
Maybe I loved for two
And got hurt for three.

I'm tired.
I lost my ego.
I want to smoke—
but you never liked the smell.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Just me and myself.
I dream of your hands,
and I smell your perfume.
I try to numb it, but it consumes me,
as my emotions flow down my eyes
and my cheeks turn red.
I miss your touch.
I crave your bed.

Tell me your pains—I want to know.
Show me your dreams—I want to go.
Take me to your sanctuary.
Show me our love—extraordinary.
My soul begs for yours.
I still wait for you at my door.

Did you go to church? Did you sing? Did you eat?
Did my voice make you miss me?
Did the sun caress your face as my hands once did?

I feel so human...
So vulnerable, and cold.
I want to lie down and tell you I'm getting old.
I miss talking to you, I miss kissing you in the morning.
I keep traveling between then and now,
Confessing our vows to my pillows somehow.
I keep where you laid immaculate—
Just a shadow, my love, where you once breathed.

I'm going around in echoes,
Traveling songs and next codes.
Between my fingers, mistakes light up in flames.
I keep my room blurred so I won't remember your smell.
I dry my eyes with smoke so they won’t swell.

I write poems with no order—
Rhymes are a second thought.
I want to call you so bad, but you asked me not to...
So I fought.
I win and lose arguments with my keyboard;
It keeps typing messages I can’t send.
What do I do with this love that won’t mend?