there's still
a single ray of hope
in every corner of your heart
when everything is unachievable
and when you start to believe
in

impossible

©IGMS

if only
the heart was made of
elastic materials
then just maybe
it will only bend
than
break

©IGMS

Not much of a poet
but with you I am an avalanche of words
waiting to be written in paper
and you just sit there,
unaware of the effect
you have on my spine.

You talked about the weather
and I am awed on the rarity that a
topic as mundane as the weather
can stimulate my already
shabby senses.

I love you.
You love her.
She loves him.
End of ******* story.

My chest constricts for biological reasons
It has nothing to do with your charm.
My breath was taken from me today
but don't let that boost your ego.
My voice was hoarse and I was wheezing
see, this has nothing to do with lust.
My heart does not fill with love for you
it's my brain that tells me not to trust.
My threatening disease has not ended me
but my lungs still ache with each breath.

There is no point in romanticising a chronic illness
because it makes you think that this all means something else.
But it's funny because you caused this
and not in the way you thought you did.
So if you could please just put out the
Cigarette,
because while you enjoy it,
it's killing me much faster than you
*and I don't want to die so violently.