A Poet: Poems

116 · Sep 2020

Back

A Poet Sep 2020

Back

He said facing me
  " I love you because you never lie"
but my back
  tells the story
    of many lies
      & many nights
          looking for love
             living a lie
                 despite it all.

115 · Apr 2020

Mother

A Poet Apr 2020

Mother

Mother

Red ardent lips ignite a passion of makeup in the young boy,
Porcelain skin,
Shiny blue eyes
that is the reflection he wishes to see
as he writes his name on the imaginary lit up marquee
he is a star

Mother comes in,
Then comes the box
Darkness
No sounds
Oxygen fades
Is this okay?

Breath
Fresh air
He breathes again
& through all the beating, the box and the pain
The boy is star
So why
Oh why
Mother can you not see
the real
real
me

. . .mother please. . .

gender

#gender

114 · Apr 2020

Listless Romantic

A Poet Apr 2020

Listless Romantic

I am a listless romantic,
Still waiting for romance with a fairy tale ending.
Time is cruel, and vanity fades.
Still I sit and wait.

Lackadaisical,
My looks now lack decadency and my fashion has fallen out of taste.
Time is cruel, and age grows.
Still I sit and wait.

Cleary romance is but whimsical dreams and one must not rush in haste.
But time does not forgive, time does not see the beauty in the personality
Time is restless, angry, vibrant and a toxic lover
It takes a piece by piece of me.
Yet still I sit and wait.

Never knew pleasure, never knew the human touch.
Cling to false hopes that society has not lost reasoning, discernment is for looks and not “me”
Little did I know I was a dreamer, love is false, love is fake, love is based on illusion and myth.
I did not know how to play the game, I was not born to love, I was not born to touch, I was only born to sit and wait.

Breath becomes still
Now he comes to me
In my sleep, maybe finally I can find that love
As still I wait. . .

#romantic

114 · Dec 2020

🅵🅻🅾🆆🅴🆁🆂 🅾🅵 🅲🅴🅼🅿🅰🆂🆄🅲🅷🅸🅻

A Poet Dec 2020

🅵🅻🅾🆆🅴🆁🆂 🅾🅵 🅲🅴🅼🅿🅰🆂🆄🅲🅷🅸🅻

Yellow flowers of 𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥,
  we mourn and come upon their pupils,
      under the many colors of papal picado,
        endless rainbow of sweet emotion,
                a distant reminder of what past,
                         what is gone,
                               & what is eternal

114 · Jul 2021

𝚢𝚘𝚞

A Poet Jul 2021

𝚢𝚘𝚞

Little Boy,
  you care too much. . .
     you love too much. . .
        you give too much. . .

Put your dreams first!
   𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽
It's not your responsibility!
   𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒
Go, run, be free!
  𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉

You loved them so much, they became your burden.
   You cared so much, they became your illness.
      You gave them all, they became your death sentence.
-𝚢𝚘𝚞

113 · Dec 2020

s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶

A Poet Dec 2020

s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶

We are taught not to envy others.
   but I am a failure at life, a sacrilegious romantic fool.
I envy every second of the hand you hold,
so unaware as you gaze at your phone.
  Envy the seconds you sit together for a meal,
     ignoring one another.
        Envy when you sleep together,
           only to cheat together.

I envy others,
  my eyes fill with hate,
    for they serve as a mirror,
      in them I see me.
          . . .I'm s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ . . .

113 · Aug 2021

𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽

A Poet Aug 2021

𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽

Every moment was a falsehood,
    "I love you" is "I hate you" masked with wanting ; its cheap makeup.
         With his life ending, his last thought was remorse.
             Remorse for time wasted, cheap words, and you.
                Oh! sad little clown! "I love you" on the marquee,
                      what a performance, cheap, comical, old.


                         -A clown named 𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽

112 · Oct 2020

Ａｌｏｎｅ

A Poet Oct 2020

Ａｌｏｎｅ

Save me,
   from my world,
      longing for the drugs to "fix me"

Another day of emptiness,
  in the shadow of my own abyss,
       voices. .
              voices. .
                    voices. .

Pacing erratically,
   waiting for a hand,
        to pull me from the sea of my mental anguish.

I want to run,
    save me,
       please,

Silence,
   Alone,

112 · Dec 2020

❁𝓃𝑒

A Poet Dec 2020

❁𝓃𝑒

Your song enamors,
   every essence
      speech,
      taste,
      sound,
       sight.
Such a rarity,
   beauty that does not fade at any hour.

But, every dark circle beneath such ardent eyes,
fail to hide the black abyss of pain, wanting and belonging,
   for left as shells, I lost the fight,
      I am just another beautiful fool
           enamored,
               loving,
                  wanting,
                     yearning,
                       in the intricate web of lies,
                           so beautifully spun,
                             to think I am the only ❁𝓃𝑒

#betrayl

112 · Apr 2020

What a fool

A Poet Apr 2020

What a fool

Her brain yelled no
her heart said yes

&

in this world she was a fool
for the best thing she could be
is a beautiful little fool

. . .for he was her end. . .

#gender #discourse

#gender

112 · Apr 2020

Finally Enough

A Poet Apr 2020

Finally Enough

Hold my breath. . .
Maybe this moment will last a lifetime. . .

but.

I can be an Einstein
I can be a Marilyn
I can be a Spotlight

but.

That is never enough. . .

I am always a little too chubby
I am always a little too ugly
I am always a little too much

but

Yet I yearn for you
to look at me
so I can finally be enough. . .

#love#romance#ache#onesided

#love #romance #heartbreak #onesided

111 · Oct 2021

r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶

A Poet Oct 2021

r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶

Save me from this romanticized brain,
my body enacts its revenge,
Engrossed in an end that does not end.
It penetrated my soul, my body, my mind.
Save me! Save me! From myself!
From these thoughts, of this **** r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶
.

111 · Oct 2021

i̶t̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶s̶

A Poet Oct 2021

i̶t̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶s̶

I have nothing left,
neither your touch, nor your lips,
just the echo in my heart; hollow anguish within me.
That is where your presence is,
that is where your presence lives,
  inside my broken clinging soul,
    and this insistence of writing about you,
        is to hear your sound, feel your heat,
             because it hurts, loving you, i̶t̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶s̶.

110 · Oct 2021

t̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶

A Poet Oct 2021

t̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶

Hold me like you used to do,
Let my thoughts run free to the moon,
      Let my arteries burn in lustful flame,
             Let me fall in love all over tonight,
for endless are my sorrows,
  so endless my miseries,
        I'm scared. . .
          so let me experience . . . love. . .
                at least for tonight.

109 · Apr 2020

Hypocrisy!

A Poet Apr 2020

Hypocrisy!

I don't write about flying
I try not to write about love
try not to write about me
try not to write about death
try not to write about ****

I write critiques
  Yet I am down and I am out
       So I look at others for inspiration
& look in the mirror
only to see. . .

Hypocrisy,
**** A STEP DOWN FROM !Intellectualism!
   a partaker in mimetic creation in and endless state of iterability
        ! a charlatan of false truth!
             a poet for god sake!
                  a poet
                      a failure
                             yet
                                 I do not awake
                                          from this sweet dream
                                                 !please god! let me not wake!

109 · Feb 2021

🆃🅸🅼🅴

A Poet Feb 2021

🆃🅸🅼🅴

Give me your hand, give me your love.
Give me your hand, while we dance in purgatory.
An insignificant event, a moment in time.
Maybe five minutes, that is all we will be.

Qualm my steady heart in this dance together,
a simple reminder of each second that passes muffled by heartbeat,
While “our” song plays, “our” insignificant song.
Maybe three minutes long, that is all we are.

You gaze into my eyes, and I peer in your soul.
Our names become lost; they no longer matter.
For our love, song and dance are lost in time,
For that is all we were, two lovers, insignificant, lost to 🆃🅸🅼🅴

109 · Sep 2020

Until we meet again

A Poet Sep 2020

Until we meet again

Sleep my love,
may nightmares turn to dreams,
may worries fade,
may your past become your future.
until we meet again.

Sleep my love,
save your voice
become one with my dying heartbeat,
may your words that bring a sweet melancholy,
not be wasted on me.

May we meet again,
         fight again,
             laugh again,
                love again,
so let my eyes close and heart sleep
in the sweet moments of our goodbye
           until we meet again.

109 · Feb 2021

ŘÃƤẸ

A Poet Feb 2021

ŘÃƤẸ

Blood stained sheets,
   the smell of **** and ****,
      creases in white linen , never looked so colorful
          endless rivers of tears and anguish,
              dreary flowers in drool stains,
                    if sheets could talk. . .
                        they would beg "please stop"
                            above a never ending bedrock of old mattress springs,
                               that groin and creak,
                                   a tectonic shift of emotions,
                                         disturbed by a thunderous voice
                                               " clean yourself up, sorry"

a reminder you had your way. . .
         -ŘÃƤẸ

108 · Oct 2021

r̶e̶u̶n̶i̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶

A Poet Oct 2021

r̶e̶u̶n̶i̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶

To my heart that is dead,
deserted of hate and love already lost,
to my heart held by the brakes of my flesh,
I say unto you, stop your song; as I give the twilights of my life.
To be reunited with him once more.

108 · Dec 2020

𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒶

A Poet Dec 2020

𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒶

Ay mi amor,
  sangre de mis venas,
     lleno de amor
       por la patria
          las legendes de ridículo
              Comida de de los indios
ay mi amor
    lloro por ti,
        por el dia
           que visito los montes
               con su monasterios,
                   de dios. . .

107 · Oct 2021

m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶

A Poet Oct 2021

m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶

Did you get home last night?
" I spent the night at her house"
- m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶

107 · Sep 2022

gσσ∂ ℓυ¢к му ℓσνє

A Poet Sep 2022

gσσ∂ ℓυ¢к му ℓσνє

Soft hints of bergamot and cedar stain "our" sheets,
"our" morning alarm goes off,
but the weight of your arm is missing. .
I wake up with such sadness,
knowing that today, like every other day you're gone.
when you will return, I have no clue, seconds become eternity,
my love, you're leaving, you have left, you're gone.
The time has come to say goodbye,
I should be angry, I should be bitter,
I should curse your name,
yet I wish the best for you, good luck my love.

106 · Dec 2021

b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶

A Poet Dec 2021

b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶

Don't ask me not to care too much,
     you will become my world,
          even when our cosmos collide
     even when sedation and lies of happiness no longer fix the break
   I will still love you, why? Because at one point we were best friends.

106 · Oct 2021

o̶m̶n̶i̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶

A Poet Oct 2021

o̶m̶n̶i̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶

With my voice I call you,
  with my heart I want you,
    with my nerves I feel you,
I love you. . .
Engulf me in your absence,
          fill me with your song. . .
You are eternally absent,
Born from perfected vanity,
     born to invoke anguish,
          for this loneliness numbs me,
Loving you this way it hurts,
     as you become o̶m̶n̶i̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶ over my emotions,
I pray, I plead, burn it down
  for this love hurts.

105 · Oct 2021

s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶

A Poet Oct 2021

s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶

▽
I am sorry to my heart,
sorry to my mind
sorry to my body,
sorry to my eyes that have cried.
I beg for forgiveness, for tearing them apart.
As I put my worth in the hands of men who never had that right.

105 · Oct 2021

ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ

A Poet Oct 2021

ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ

Love is nostalgic,
it is an invisible voice with gentle sadness,
it does not hurt, but it burns. . .
This ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ consumes,
   every corner of your soul,
       every tear streamed,
           every word uttered,
leaving ardent ash, wanting time to come to an end.
Forever to last longer, as it paints his picture
always burning, always hearing,
the same old tune.

105 · Dec 2020

ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓜⓔ

A Poet Dec 2020

ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓜⓔ

Take me back to a time,
      when La Divina blessed the stage,
          when the horrors of war did not exist,
                when man only knew love and not hate,
                     when imaginary lines did not divide us,
  when religion and race did not exist.
        take me back before the creation of constructs,

Please take me.

-ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓜⓔ

105 · Oct 2021

ǝʌol

A Poet Oct 2021

ǝʌol

▽
You say its love,
But are always fighting,
So can it truly be love?

105 · Jan 2022

a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶

A Poet Jan 2022

a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶

Laying next to you at night. .
while he is on my mind. . .
Small chills across my spine,
pull away from your embrace. . .
as I kiss him from afar. . . I wish I was dead. . . to find him again. . .

104 · Nov 2021

Ɩı۷ɛ

A Poet Nov 2021

Ɩı۷ɛ

in the middle of my madness,
on the edge of life,
darkest of my days,
3:00 a.m. no clue whether its day or night,
clinging to your photos , sobbing, pleading, snorting, pretending to live my life.
I took back my life,
I started accepting that you are gone,
no words, no moments, no tears
will bring you back. . .
I needed to stop dwelling,
for as I spiral out of control,
I can choose when to stop,
I can choose when to change,
I can choose sadness or happiness,
I call the shots,
they are my own,
there's no point in meeting again,
you are gone. . . I am here. . .
your memories are here. . .
I am strong,
I cry,
I loved,
I will learn to love again,
for the destination I choose to find, is not where I hope to meet.
I am here. . . I choose to live. . .

102 · Dec 2021

𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂

A Poet Dec 2021

𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂

This bed; 𝓘 lay alone. . .
I d𝓸𝓷'𝓽 want to be alone. . .
    I 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 you; next to me
       Please let 𝓾𝓼 conjoin and become one
          take me 𝓽𝓸 the heavens
             Take me to a happy place 𝓫𝓮 kind. . .
                𝓪 duo, becomes one. . .
                  I lay alone living amongst this 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂. . .

101 · Oct 2021

ᗩᒪIᐯE

A Poet Oct 2021

ᗩᒪIᐯE

Heart, beloved, yes; we know each other you and I.
How far we drifted, like light in a turbulent sea.
like the vanished rain, in dry desert heat.
Blood pumps like ardent angry flames,
𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙. 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙. 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙.
vast silence broken by the catastrophe.
Heart; bites and pieces of forgotten matter.
In my endless fall into widowed sadness,
I forgot to love, I forgot to live, I forgot to shine.
Whoever looks at us know,
will see a broken man, with a broken heart.
Heart, hold me, forgive me, beat once more.
I want to feel the warm, sun rays of honey,
I want to shine bright for me and you,
I want to be. . . ᗩᒪIᐯE. . .

101 · Dec 2020

ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴋᴇ

A Poet Dec 2020

ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴋᴇ

You were the most beautiful thing,
  behind a icy can of coke on a warm aired summer day.
      Love at first sight,
        until you spoke.

-ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴋᴇ

101 · Aug 2024

Align

A Poet Aug 2024

Align

Your voice, a haunting melody, a mournful plea.
Your touch, poison to my heart,
Chained to your embrace, as this darkness creeps and takes a toll.
We are broken mirrors, reflecting pain,
these shattered fragments, that love forgo's,
two souls conjoined in this venomous vine.
awaiting the afterlife where our souls can hopefully align.

100 · Nov 2020

ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

A Poet Nov 2020

ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

I used to find shame,
   in the great staple food of the tamale,
      drinking poor atole,
          and presenting a plate of mole to our guest,

I used to find shame,
   being the son of two "aliens"
        how it plagued me. . .

but like Jarabe Tapatío dancers,
  I found pride,
        in our dances,
            in our culture,
               in my family.
                   for it is me,
                       I am me.
                         I am proud. . .

-ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

100 · Oct 2021

🄿🄰🄸🄽🅃 🄼🄴

A Poet Oct 2021

🄿🄰🄸🄽🅃 🄼🄴

Paint me naked,
A million ways,
I will never be content,
With what gazes back .

99 · Dec 2020

𝓎Ｏυ

A Poet Dec 2020

𝓎Ｏυ

Smallness is not decided by others,
   it is not preordained fate,
    under the endless bastion of the fathers heaven,
         it is what YOU see in yourself,
              what YOU say about yourself,
                    what YOU think is acceptable
                        what YOU allow of others
                               It is 𝓎Ｏυ. . .

98 · Jan 2024

Just a pinch

A Poet Jan 2024

Just a pinch

Just a pinch to plump,
Just a pinch to get rid of the lines,
Just a pinch to shrink the neckline,
Just a pinch to lose the weight,

Just some pain to reshape,
Just some pain to change,
Just some pain to become who I am,

I don't know how to feel,
   knowing I'm sad again in this mirror,
          Just some more cuts,
                    Just some more pain,
What can go wrong? As I run from myself,
      Only to see him in the mirror everyday. . . .

98 · Oct 2021

ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛ

A Poet Oct 2021

ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛ

Change your hair,
  Change your face,
       Change yourself,
           put him first,
Change , Change, Change,
          one thing stays the same. . . it's not you. . .
               it will never be you. . .
                        so consistent.

98 · Sep 2021

D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶

A Poet Sep 2021

D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶

D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶,
you are vain, blasphemous, ungrateful
         an arrogant and flawed poetic braggart.
you are an egomaniacal, cold, self centered fragile flower
          of your own self built malediction.
your heart black, wicked, evil, vengeful.

Don't cry little boy,
    just avoid the mirror,
       avoid the thousand cuts of self inflicted pain.
          as the man you grew into gazes back.

#regret

97 · Dec 2020

ƒ𝐋𝐲

A Poet Dec 2020

ƒ𝐋𝐲

Little Brown Bird,
   in the clutches of your design,
      free your cage
           & ƒ𝐋𝐲

97 · Oct 2020

Ⓨ𝔬ｕ

A Poet Oct 2020

Ⓨ𝔬ｕ

What
         if
            you
                   knew
                         the
                            silence
                    of
                       a
                       dial
                            tone

What
   if
    you
      starred
                 at
                     the
                      phone
                        waiting
                                  for
                       the
                            ping
                                 that
                                     never
                                           came

Leaving you to wonder and wander
  dread, anger, anguish overtake you
     for the thrill of it all
in the solitude of the moment. . .


I hope "you" was not "me"

96 · Dec 2020

Ꝉօղցìղց ƒօɾ Ӏօѵҽ

A Poet Dec 2020

Ꝉօղցìղց ƒօɾ Ӏօѵҽ

Coffee at 5 o' clock,
   just another reminder I ****** up.
      two souls united ,
          beautifully in perfect  harmony.
              now they pull apart,
                    the sound of a closing door,
                      and another piece of my heart.
                          Longing for more, Ꝉօղցìղց ƒօɾ Ӏօѵҽ

96 · Nov 2021

ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ

A Poet Nov 2021

ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ

I'm sorry I am broken,
But I am not your modern day simile,
I don't choose to compete,
I don't choose to check off the boxes
I am broken, different, and strong.

Does that scare you?
I am not your definition of beautiful,
I am mine, and that is okay I choose to embrace my flaws.

96 · Apr 2020

Response to the great poet.

A Poet Apr 2020

Response to the great poet.

A great poet once said we die unbloomed.
       In ignorance & isolation
Yet I feel it is in the darkest of places
       where stars shine bright
       where blue birds sing
       & a yellow brick road takes place.
It is in isolation where humanity blooms.
It is in isolation where we see that humans are truly good at heart.
       within the confines of ignorance
       that which we seek finally comes to bloom
       through the ponder and intricacy of the most beautiful flower
the mind and its product of thought.

96 · Oct 2021

H̶a̶p̶p̶y̶

A Poet Oct 2021

H̶a̶p̶p̶y̶

You started out as a dream, an illusion, an invasion of the thought.
  Slow torture; turned obsession.
     Fast Love; slow grief
My entrails exalting, my pulses exploding.
  With your fire you enslave me,
        & even after death
            I am tortured, when may I choose to be happy?

96 · Dec 2020

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽

A Poet Dec 2020

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽

I love you body and soul,
graced by the heavens to find you,
to have us together is my nirvana.
I am too proud to admit,
you are
my breath. .
my brain. . .
the tenderness. . .
my heart . . .
please, oh please.
by gods grace keep us united,
for I yearn for your love and respect.
Hear my plea, for its not a child's plea.,
but filled with sentiment from our youth.
promise to be tender
to love, and give affection.
I am yours to do as you will,
I am yours to break at your will
so please love me.

Your soul,
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽

96 · Feb 2021

ᕼIᗰ

A Poet Feb 2021

ᕼIᗰ

His face obscure,
  but not hidden from your embrace,
     sweet unyielding radiant moon,
         I gaze upon your grace with jealousy,
               for I know upon your mirror,
                  he gazes in sweet reverie,
                       and the reflection he longs for,
                                is not me,
                                      but ᕼIᗰ

96 · Nov 2020

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ

A Poet Nov 2020

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ

I traveled the world,
       got three degrees,
         with a fancy title to not skip the beat,
yet I long for yesterday. . .
   not a dollar to our name,
       a 99 cent burger and a coke was our tiramisu,
        full of sweaty palms that gripped reassurance.

what a cruel game life plays. . .
  I'd give up everything to my name,
     only to be laughed, scoffed, and told
           to give up the stars. . .
                in this never ending cruel fate.

I'd give up my life to see those ardent eyes,
  only to be reminded of the coward I am
     not able to let go
         & be with you once more. . .

Forgive me lover,
as I pen this regret. . .

-ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ

95 · Nov 2021

b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶

A Poet Nov 2021

b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶

We are born into this world to love,
Born to find it, lose it again and again,
in a reoccurring tune, like the phoenix each love must start anew.
So why am I b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶? As I continue to ponder and long for you?