Do you think it is
the sun that loves the moon?
shining shyly, seductively,
enticing and craving
its constant adoration
and undivided attention?

Or perhaps it is the moon
that so desperately desires the sun?
whilst in orbit, always hoping to catch
a glimpse of its radiant beauty,
enthralled by its passion, its strong
and irresistible magnetic pull?

I wonder if their love is challenged by the stars?
striking, dazzling, beautiful,
infinite onlookers, ever-watchful in the sky,
twinkling dangerously, a flirtatious third party,
competing with the sun
or trying to outshine the moon?

Despite their temptation,
the stars fail to weaken or change
the lovers, the moon and sun,
and eventually fade into insignificance.

Why do some of us possess the habit
Of dwelling on negativity?

The sun still rises,
The birds are singing,
There are opportunities galore,
Perhaps a new beginning?
There are languages to learn,
More friends to make,
New people to date
And chances to take.
The change of the seasons,
Stories to write,
Oceans and cities
And warm summer nights.
There are places to visit,
Plenty of time to travel,
Ideas to develop
And secrets to unravel.

The Earth is still in orbit
And the stars still have their twinkle,
It's not worth getting hung up
Over finding a wrinkle.

Are the little things really that important?
losing your keys,
a few extra calories,
a bad hair day,
missing the bus.
Are they worth focusing on?
Look clearly
And ask yourself:
Do those things really matter
At all?

today I didn't do anything but I cried
so perhaps I did more
than the average person did
I watched too many movies
but if I told you the number I might get embarrassed
and I cried when Robert De Niro cried
he reminds me a lot of my dad
especially in the movie I watched with his four kids that move away from home
and constantly lie to him about their lives
oh that's a lot like what my brothers and I do
we just don't wanna worry him, y'know

I spent most of my day in bed
let's say 75%
I went outside
but that was only to buy groceries
with the money I don't technically have

my mother wanted to call
but I didn't respond
somedays you just don't feel like talking and pretending
everything is alright
sometimes you need a day where everything's not alright so that you can figure out that everything indeed is alright
and if you're wondering, I've come around to the brighter side, despite
the ****** weather and my lazy body

my body might not forgive me yet
for all the **** I've put it through
it's mostly to do with secrets and regrets
there are some things I'll easily forget until my body gets sick
and it always gets sick

and I still haven't quite gotten the hang of
sleep
and what it really means
I'll get too little and drink too much coffee
or I'll get too much and eat too much

I have a friend visiting from another city this week
he reminds me what clarity means
and what resilience means
and what inner beauty means
and I think I'd like to have a picnic in the park with him
maybe lay in the breeze and soak up the sun
he's sixty but he looks forty and numbers don't mean a thing
which is why I've decided to admit
that I watched 8 movies today

my lips purse to meet you
you are like champagne
unopened
are you sweet or are you bitter
are you spoiled
are you a winner

take a beat from my heart,
it accelerates and strengthens
if you pluck an eyelash from me
I’ll remember how to cry again
— and just in case you’re wondering,
I’m still inclined to hold my own hand

guess what
I bought this cactus
‘cos I don’t have to care much for it
we both know
I can’t admit I can’t commit
to letting something bloom
but I’m hoping you won’t notice
see my green thumb,
I am caring!
but see the cactus…
I am lying…

I’m torn between stupid ideation's and a deluded perception of reality
I walk past where I through my drink at you in the midst of an argument
throwing away my anger at you so I could run up
and embrace, our bodies merging into one
I don’t know where it went wrong.
My thoughts cannot trace the time when you stopped holding my hand
or the last time you looked at me like I was a god and I had created the world for just you and me

But every time I go back I can remember every single moment we had
Where our laughter filled each others hearts and
we’d lie so close together that I swear I never thought we’d come apart
You would whisper in my ear about how you were scared to die
and I’d kiss your wounds and swear I’d always be your best friend no matter what
You told me how you couldn't form your words around other people
besides me, your mouth would run silly your cheeks would burn red as you looked up

I think I let my tongue slip and I planted a kiss on someone else
But my heart keeps telling me it was over before then
That it took longer for me to realise that
just because I was the first girl you had went down on
it didn’t win me first place in your heart
that you were rotting and your bones were becoming hollow
with all of your selfish thoughts poisoning your sight and feeding your ego
I tried to save you, hide you away from the lifestyle
that makes men go bitter before their time
But it never worked your head was so full of girls 100 times better than me
and your eyes were set on every one you could get

In all honesty you have broken me down
I am a desolate building, ready to be torn down and I’m too faulty to step inside
I couldn’t ever sit in front of you again
and not want to rip my skin to shreds and break my bones to mask the pain I feel
when I look at you and what you have become
I didn’t just lose you, I’ve lost my best friend

I remember after you there was another boy,
I remember him turning to me with sadness filling up his eyes and his skin had looked ten times older from fives minutes before that
‘You can be with him if you want, I wont stop you’
his voice broke like a glass falling and shattering into a thousand pieces,
I replied with ‘I don’t like him any more’ and I didn't mean it
People knew what we had and they knew it was a lone planet
filled with beautiful flowers blooming on the trees
but no being could ever step onto it, not even us

I'm sick to my stomach thinking about you and the way you smell
I miss us and it hurts because I love another person
But I will never admit to the unconditional love I feel towards you
I don’t want to give you that.

footsteps like swan feathers,
flow to behind the tombstones—
where I will call the memories and lay;
to wake for the times anew.