I’m sick of all these love songs
Written about another
Sonnets and odysseys
Desperate for a Lover

I want to enjoy the silence
Nihility subdue
Equally alone
As I am with you

I try to reflect Compassion
A metric of good health
Psuedo-neo Truism
Learn to “Love Thy Self”

Dear pain,

You can't stop me
You might have seen me
Going along with you

Now it's time
To watch me grow
Through you

between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.

living in a world
where giving up is not a choice
is indeed cruel
suffocating and absurd
pushing one's limit
to reach a goal
leaving yourself empty
a burned-out soul