i do not need a reason
for my sadness,
it's just encrypted inside of me.
theres is no light at the end of my tunnel
and maybe there never will be.

Do you ever think of me on rainy days?
about how I used to tell you
that you reminded me of the latter?
about how the pitter patter of the raindrops,
sounded just like the tears you wiped away?
Sometimes I sit in a coffeeshop and inhale the aroma,
and I swear I see your shadow in the rain.
—J.N

Someone once told me
that butterflies only live for a year
so could you tell the ones you left in my stomach
that they've overstayed their welcome?

After you left, I catch myself running my fingers
over the things you touched the most.
I just want to feel the warmth of your fingertips.
I just want to know if the sound of my heartbeat
still sounds like windchimes to you.
—J.N

the poems you write
about her
are exactly what i feel about you.
-J.N

You are not the judgement people make of you
Nor are you your supposed flaws
You are not entitled to believe you can't,
Just because they said you couldn't.
You are not the servant,
Of the demons that envelop
Your entire being at 3:45am in
The morning.

Instead

You are the little things in life
That make you happy.
You are a beautiful Sunday morning.
You are the way your eyes sparkle
With happiness when you read a good poem.
You are the chirping of birds at 9am.
You are everything great.

But most importantly,
You are YOU

-JN

i wanted to write about the sea
but ended up jotting down things
about you and me

i sat a few tables
across you in the school cafeteria
and stared longingly at your dear face,
that's all that i've been doing
since the first time i encountered you

I was young,
and quite possibly foolish enough
to think that love was
a beautiful stroll
in a flower-filled garden.
Little did I know
that the one thing I deemed beautiful
would eventually destroy me.
-J.N

my heart you cant know
between my story and yours, my love
lies an ocean majesticly wide
—J.N