And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

you weren't mine to keep,
but you were mine to miss

There are people you miss
and you let them know.
There are people you miss
but they can’t and shouldn't know.

They say pain hurts the most when it comes
knocking on our doors unexpectedly,
but I would beg to differ.
The most painful type of pain
takes years to cultivate.
it is when we,
for some reason
become so used to it
to the point that we become numb,
turning into statues of empty souls
dressing up as humans.

when i was a child;
i would wake up excited
for the days to come;
for what it had to offer;
but these days,
I'd rather choose to
drown myself to sleep
than to face my tragedy
of a reality;

How can emptiness be so heavy?

she gave you a wave,
but you're worth
all the oceans in the world.

she gave you a seed,
but youre worth
gardens and gardens of flowers.

imagine how
you were deeply happy with portions.
well i am here, willing to give you completion.

perhaps the worst thing to realize,
is that you still prefer parts of her,
than the entirety of me.

The sun and the moon meets;
the water and stream flows deep;
Like this feeling inside my heart that fleets;
Burning, my heart starts to reap;

And just like the eclipse;
people all stare with awe;
not knowing that time slowly slips;
by and by we cherish this last straw.

But even when no one can remember,
how we fought and grieved;
this love will never falter;
for it will always know how to forgive.