if only we could recycle love,
like we recycle plastic bags.
glass bottles,
poured empty of cheap *****.
consumed on nights
where the pain seeps through the invisible wall.
filling the cracks with words of regret,
and stories better left untold.

love can not be recycled,
it is a one time use only.
moulded into unique shapes,
to fit different puzzles,
and run through different blood streams.

you see,
love can not be infinite,
no matter how much we wish it so.
we are only human,
humans who tire easily
and quickly lose hope.

so,
since love can not be recycled,
don’t give a handful of stars,
to someone who won’t even let you in their galaxy.

if the walls could speak,
would they whisper thoughts of comfort?
would they soothe my sleepless nights with lullabies,
and fix my broken parts with words?

if the walls could speak
would they spill the secrets stored between the ceiling cracks?
the ones screamed out during fights,
with no one but myself.

if the walls could speak,
would they tell me it’s too late?
or would they say it’s too soon?

either way,
the walls cannot speak.
and i’m not sure i’d want to know what they think,
even if they did

if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

buried within that burgundy sweater you wore last tuesday.
last tuesday,
when the sun reflected its pretty pink rays on the window,
lighting your cheeks with the promise of the new day.

if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

undiscovered like a child playing hide and seek,
buzzing with excitement,
yet nervous with every sound and movement sent their way.

if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

engraved on the back of your hands,
disguised as accidental touches,
and unspoken words.

if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

and once you find it,
there's a hope,
that you'll find me,
too.

pink.
the colour of your cheeks,
after you told me you loved me.

skin adorned with rose colour markings,
kissing every corner of your face
and blessing you with the beauty of love.

i never thought i could be jealous of a colour.
until i itched to fill your body with pigment,
like tattoo ink seeping into your skin.

blue.
the colour of your heart,
after i told you i didn’t love you.

the sky opened up that day,
creating puddles around my feet,
deep enough to drown my sorrows.

purple.
was the only colour i could offer you.

burning red.
was the colour you deserved.

my thoughts come alive at dusk.
they come alive when the sky is lit by a soft pink glow,
reflecting the last seconds of the day against rosy cheeks and sun kissed skin.
they come alive when the birds fall silent,
their song drowned out by streetlights and fast cars.
my thoughts come alive while the rest of the world goes to sleep.

loving is easier in the dark.
there is only room for moonlight.
no questions,
no answers.
just you.
always you.

so love me tonight,
in our darkest hour.
hold me until the sun comes up.

and maybe we'll meet again,
under our own twilight sky.

but,
for tonight,
while engulfed in the dark,
we are infinite.

it’s almost a crime,
to visit the beach,
and not touch the sea.
that’s what you had told me,
that night.
that night,
where the stars shined,
almost as bright as you.
i remember every little detail,
capturing every moment,
like it was the last thing i’d ever do.
those photographic memories,
will always be kept,
in the back of my mind.
tucked away in Pandora's box,
only to be opened on nights,
like tonight.
nights where i think about you,
everything we were.
everything we could have been.

in a world,
where everyone seemed to look through me,
you looked right at me.
looked at me,
like i was special.
like nothing in the world could quite compare,
to the feeling of both of us,
being together.
and i believed it,
too.

unapologetically you.
unapologetically us.

i ache to feel inspired.
long for the thoughts and feelings i once knew.
let my mind consume itself with possibilities.

i ache to feel important.
to know my words are devoured,
by someone with a fragile heart and mind.

i want to run away with myself.
run away to that place of opportunity.
where i glow brighter than the stars,
and emit warmth stronger than the sun.

i ache to feel that way again.
that important kind of way.
where i am more than just my body.
where i am my thoughts, my feelings.
myself.
me.

there’s something about the way,
the sun hits the shore in the afternoon.
how the rays reflect along the water,
warming the ocean with its smile.
i settle on the sand and face the sky,
eyelashes kissing my cheeks with every breath.
the birds are flying south for winter,
leaving behind the essence of summer.
salty air fills my lungs
while the sound of waves crash against the rocks.

there’s something about the way
i can be here alone
but not feel lonely at all.
and even though
the water washes away my footprints
it doesn’t make me sad.
because i know
that’s just the beaches way
of telling me to always make new memories

I used to be jealous,
Of the way other people kept their gardens.
Their flowers flourished,
And laced a pathway with bright colours.
I couldn’t understand why,
Mine always seemed so dull.
Almost like I was watching through a black and white screen.

I couldn’t understand why,
Mine wasn’t as pretty as theirs.

I couldn’t understand why,
Until one day
I realised
That letting the sunshine in,
Does absolute wonders.

i dream far too much about the galaxy.
long to float through a sky,
void of problems and cares.
caress the moon with a gentle hand,
and thank him for getting me through the long nights.
i want to shine as bright as the stars,
inspire all of the people below.
dance along the milky way,
and make friends with a shooting star.

let her carry me into the next world.

i seek comfort
inside your arms
wrapped up with soft words
and gentle touches

i seek comfort
inside the galaxies
stolen from the sky
and placed within your palms

i seek comfort
in you

and oh
what a double edged sword it is
seeking comfort
in the person
that broke your heart

i painted the sky blue for you,
hand picked the stars,
that lace the milky way.
bundled them between my fingers,
until they engraved themselves onto my palms.
i befriended the moon,
and asked him for a favour.
in hopes we’d be able to relive this night,
again and again.

i painted the sky blue for you.
stained my fingertips,
with an entire galaxy.
welcomed it into my blood stream with open arms.

i painted the sky blue for you.
yet,
you never even bothered to look up.

cherry coloured lips,
peach flavoured bubble gum.
sounds of the summer,
echoing through my ears.
memories engraved into the lines of my body.
memories of laughter,
and memories of you.
memories of us,
and the things we do,
the things we did,
and the things we were.
happy,
loved,
lost.
just kids.
with sand in between our toes,
and stars bundled between our fingers.
just you,
just me.
just us.

I dream in technicolour,
Standing between the green green grass
I look up at a rose painted sky.

This world shines bright,
Glistens like a blue sea
Reflected by the warm sun.

I’m surrounded by myself,
And I look happy
Happy to be home.

I dream in Technicolour,
So I close my eyes.

Feel the warmth kissing my cheeks,
Lulling me into its soft embrace.

I dream in Technicolor,
And I’ll never go back to black and white.

i want to lace the air
with pretty words,
that sparkle softly
like the stars.
pretty words,
that make my lips tingle,
and make your heart flutter
like the butterflies we saw on your birthday.

Oh, my love
Can’t you see?
You deserve the universe.
The stars and the moon
Handed to you on a golden platter
Surrounded by red roses
And everything sweet in this world.
Yet I’m floating around this empty sky alone
All because we’re lead to believe  
To accept the love
We think we deserve.
So I’ll wait patiently
With a hand full of stars
Until you deem yourself worthy enough
To accept my galaxy

I hope you realise soon.

and just because
your problem seems a little less significant
than another
doesn’t mean
you aren’t worth to be given
a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day

golden dust
underneath my fingernails
fragments of stars
engraved on your skin
moonlight is a curse
buried within a promise
in which a new tomorrow
rises with the tide

i bleed in words
lying restlessly
with ink stained skin
messy thoughts
and messy feelings
painting my body
i’m drowning in an ocean
of my own self destruction

i bleed in words
yet i have nothing to say

May the stars forever shine and the moon forever glow.
May your mind be forever beautiful and your heart forever kind.
May the tips of your fingers forever tingle with the feeling of love and light.
May you forever live happy, loved and carefree.

i lost myself in you
lost myself
in your diamond mind
and your ocean eyes
i completely
utterly
lost myself
in you
and
i’m not
searching
for a way out

all the stars in the sky could never amount to the light inside my chest
that switches on every time you look at me like that

see her naked
before you see her without her clothes

you sparked a fire inside of me
hot enough to burn down my defenses
now i'm left in an empty house
with no way to put out the flames

i look at the ocean
to remind myself of you
it gives me comfort knowing
once the tide leaves
it’s sure to return again

i wonder if flowers could bloom
purely by the power of the light you radiate.
if that should be true,
melt the snow beneath our feet
and lay me down in a bed of roses

i thought i’d feel empty if you ever decided to leave me
isn’t it strange
that these days i feel more full then i ever did when i was with you

i hope you can be happy with me
he said
i was happy before you
i replied
and i’ll be happy after you