"As long as I
don't lose you
I am ok"

Those words will forever
be embedded in my brain,
because you still left me
what a shame.

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

I’d give you my heart but another already took it,
I’d give you my love but there isn’t much left,
I’d give you every pretty thing in life if it would make you mine.
But presents were never really your thing, neither mine.

So I’ll give you my future,
I’ll give you my time,
I’ll give you my word that I’ll never leave your side.
I’d give you my life but it would never be enough,
So I’ll give you my poetry , it’s all that they left untouched.

I need a pinch of goodness.
A slight nudge
from unfamiliar surfaces
that will help me gaze
through these dying days.

A spring of hope. Energy.
Or inspiration.

My soul is in a rolling stone
at the moment. It ceases to
understand and has been left afloat.

It exists ever so lightly.
Without a gust, without a mere trace.

“Social media is taking over our lives,”
she tweeted angrily.

“so, did you say it?”

“what?”

“you know what.”

“......”

“the butterflies in my stomach; they flutter when i attempt to.”

“so don’t let them turn into moths. they’d only swarm and rattle more cages.”