I'm never alone
with a mirror

The wealth of the world
Inside us,
Lost through the eyes of
Each other.
​

Someone, somewhere out there thinks you’re beautiful—
Maybe.

Idk how ugly you are.

This sentence has no meaning.
I might as well rip it
from my notebooks
And my mind.

How pompous of me
to believe meaning
could ever be constructed
from Nothing.

Nothing by all means.

Beautiful,
The day of you
that left the night
in evening.

Beautiful Light
that leaves me
Smiling

Beautiful a
Darkness
leaves a grieving

Beautiful
Nighttime falls
and daylight gleaming

Beauty, a wonder
of yours I
Beauty oh, you’re
beauty to come by
​

While waiting for a good day,
You waste the one before.

Do we write to remember?
Or do we write to forget?

If I ever lost something that
cost an ounce of pain

Whatever had been lost was
worth the life I gained.