trying to love you without seeing you
is like catching the wind in my hands

holding out hope that you'll love me one day
is like pinning a wave to the sand

He combed his hair and dressed his best all for the girl who didn't dare glance at him.

Your greatest conflict is [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE].

Poets are philosophers with artistic value and rhythm.

He
drank
ceaselessly
thinking
he
could
find
space
for
her
at
the
bottom
of
a
glass
bottle
.

Isn't it ironic how one can feel so lonely in a crowd of people?

What if...
Hell is not a place with fire and demons.
What if...
It's a dark room with nothing but ourselves.

What greater torment can there be than isolation?
Left alone with our conscience.
Boiling and blistering in our wicked thoughts.
We are the hell we fear and everything in it.