Our friendship ended in poems,
as so many things do.
The pain, the loneliness...
it all came through.

You and me loved each other once,
but no longer.
Absence will not make the heart
grow fonder.

You made me cry,
so this is goodbye.

I feel like walking around a crowded place
Alone of course

It must be outside with lights
And filled with people of all ages
Dogs too of course

I will put in my songs of sorrow and regret
It will make people glance and wonder
But it will entrance me with such an illusion, that of course, I must be happier.

I want
To breathe
To understand
What's wrong with me
I feel like this is temporary
This
newness
But I know it's permanent
The loneliness
I keep going
but I don't want to

If life gives you lemons
just be thankful it’s not a lime,
and when squeezing it
avoid getting the juice in your eye this time.

let me wither
Let me die in a corner
Let me wither
I don't  want any water
Let me wither
Take the light take the sun
Let me wither
Without an explanation
Let me wither and die

A word...
We ask ourselves...
So many times...
There are so many what if’s...
That we would like change...
What if we said “No”
What if  we said “Yes”
But alas we are supposed to walk through all these what if’s...
Some became our regrets...
Some become our happiness...
May it’s our fate...
May be destiny...
May be that’s what made what we are...

—Joanna Adam