i want to call myself brave
for calling it off
but if i was brave
i would have stopped it at the start

ocean eyes
your eyes were as deep as the ocean
words as shallow as the sand
i stood in your empty promises
and drowned.

i’m glad that i met you
but i'm not sad
that you left.

do not judge my story
if you haven’t read
all the chapters.

is just a beautiful person
with messy problems;
a broken heart
with roses growing from the cracks.

i didn’t fall in love with you.
i fell in love
with your potential
to be
what i thought i needed
at the time.

we met at the crossroads,
our hands intertwined
but i went left and you went right,
we lost track of the time.

so now a few years later,
with lives so far apart,
you are living happy,
and i’m still at the start

is it selfish of me to wish you ill
so we can be in the same place, again?
because at those crossroads
i lost myself in the end

on rainy days
i like to pretend
that i am sinking into the water
so i can drown in something
other than my thoughts.

you used to be
the best thing
that ever happened to me
but now you’re just another
faded memory.