Can I sleep
inside
your
emptiness?

Two hearts separated when misunderstandings took the role
One took the side of expressing guilt by writing poetry,
The other chose the help of silence to bury the emotions

If love can fade
So can pain

Love was a casino
I continuously kept putting in
Hoping I would get a jackpot

We are all poets,
Some write poetry
Some become the poetry

I tried to hold on to you
but you were
nothing but sand
And I was the tide
Who tried to drag
you out to sea

Almost eight billion souls
And all I see in them
is your absence

Find a passion
that
Exhausts your pain

I sit here and mourn
the lost of love
that never happened

My morning coffee was bitter;
Like it had been up all night replaying your words again.. and again;
Like it was tired of hanging on to hope
But it was strong too..oh so strong

Tell me great painter?
Do I end up Happy?

Or was my fate decided the day you chose to paint me black and grey?

No pastels of vivid lush meadows
Or bright sunsets

No; just soft hues of inky misconfiguration
Blurred lines on page

Oh how I want to be loved,
And accept love
But how my pendulum swings
From crowning myself worthy
To fearing I'll never be good enough