Sometimes life doesn’t give us any opportunity
To be how you wanna be
Sometimes it doesn’t let us feel
How we want to feel
But what i have realised is
We take life for granted
And forget about the things we already have
Let us learn to appreciate what we have
Until we lose it all

With my hair unleashed,
strands fall to meet the crevices
of a sweaty neck.

See the black dye mirrored,
hands stained with disdain -
she watches.

A rendez-vous so scented,
slick with gazes squandered
loose after I wandered.

Most trees grow apart
a sad break for older paths
leaves fold like friends fall

there seems to be
a strong preference
among the hottest, most feverish poems on here
for ones where the first line
is less than six syllables

The moon knows
when to appear
the cloud flows
when the wind is near.

Sometimes,

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste

I wish you could see this,
That silence is a perfect circle.