If I could give you just one piece of advice,
It would be this —
Don’t fall in love in this lifetime.

In this lifetime, be soft, and be kind.
Don’t be in a rush — go slow, take your time.
Don’t tie yourself down — go explore, and go travel.
Take risks, and be open — let your spirit unravel.

Live loudly, without fear of the unknown,
And wherever you go — make it your home.
Allow yourself to grow, to change, and expand.
Learn everything about everything — learn as much as you can.

If it’s not in your control, let it pass — let it go.
Keep the lessons as reminders, practise how to say “no.”
Be flexible with your time — even more with expectation,
But strong in your belief, and your moral foundation.

Assume people are good — then believe what they show.
Watch for their actions — that’s how you will know.
Be inspired by the world, and all that surrounds.
Seek out the beauty — in imperfection found.

Make mistakes — and make many, as often as you can.
Take the time that you need — to learn from each of them.
Be curious, and courageous — in all that you do.
Listen first, before speaking — when spoken to.

Find solace in solitude — there is strength in being alone.
Know when you can, and can’t, do it on your own.
Try everything at least once — don’t let opportunity go.
Have every experience — only then can you know.

That despite all of this — and when it’s still not enough,
You will find yourself drawn to that feeling of love.

So;
Love with everything you have — be honest, be true,
And when that love turns to pain — love all of that too.

The poet not in love
Is the violin never heard
The sunrise never seen
And the water never felt.
The fires never lit
The birds never in flight
The lips never touched
The meaning never found.

The poet not in love is
The journey never taken
The path never walked
The guitar with no strings
And the painter with no canvas.
The parent to no child
The treasure never discovered
The book with no beginning
The story with no reason.

The poet not in love is silent
And what a useless thing to be
As a poet.

I don’t want you-
I want all the things
You promised me you would be,
For me.
I don’t want this-
I want every conversation
We had about the future
And how we would be in it,
Undoubtedly.
I don’t hope for better-
I hope for true
I hope that the next person
who lies to me, next to me
is not you.
I don’t want you-
I don’t even want to understand you anymore,
I want to return to the version of me
before there was ever a YOU
For me to ignore.

The moon, overseeing
Was red and full and heavy
Like the earth was holding
On with both hands
On the night you let me go
The sky was kissed
with pinks and tangerines
As you laid your lips on mine
Bringing us together
for the last time
The moon mocked me
As tears danced down
While I made the
Journey home.
I was never yours
But I wasn’t alone.

You looked into me
Deep, into the mess
You had made
Said my eyes were
Honestly so beautiful
The addition of
Welling tears served
As the object of your
Desire and you
Kissed me under
A full and heavy
Blood red moon

Oh ****, we’re talking
You’re kind and I’ve got that feeling
Oh ****, you kissed me
You’re warm and asked permission
Oh ****, I’m laid next to you
You’re safe and holding me close
Oh ****, you’re gone
And I’m laid here left thinking

My guilt is starved, and it's begun eating me alive,
A hunger gnawing at the space where my secrets hide.
The sick feeling in my empty stomach grows with time,
As silence weaves its web, and truth begins to die.
The distractions aren’t distracting, they only serve to stall,
But every quiet moment, I feel my conscience crawl.
No peace comes from avoidance, no comfort from a lie,
My guilt is unsatisfied, it craves more than I supply.
It chews through the walls I built, breaks through my disguise,
Exposing every crack where I once thought I'd thrive.
No sleep can soothe its hunger, no rest can clear my mind,
My guilt keeps feasting on the truths I cannot find.
It consumes my every thought, relentless in its quest,
Devouring the parts of me I buried with the rest.
The shadows of my actions cling tighter to my side,
My guilt remains unsatisfied, still eating me alive
My guilt is starved, relentless in its need to thrive,
An insatiable beast, gnawing deeper where I hide.
Each step I take is heavier, weighed down by silent cries,
My shame a constant echo, deafening but shy.
It drips like venom in my veins, it festers in my chest,
A parasite that feeds on every word I leave suppressed.
No matter what I try to give, it’s never satisfied,
My guilt continues gnawing, stripping pieces from my pride.
I try to scream, but nothing comes, the silence swallows whole,
And in the quiet, it devours the fragments of my soul.
Every truth left untold becomes a bitter lie,
My guilt feasts on the broken things I’m too afraid to try.
No corner left untouched, no memory left unscathed,
It rips apart the moments where I thought I had escaped.
I watch as it devours what’s left of peace inside,
My guilt, forever ravenous, keeps eating me alive.