Loving you was a battlefield,
and a paradise.
The many masks you wore–
all those changing faces.
I never knew which one
you were coming home wearing.
One day you love me,
the next day hate me.

I keep returning;
the doorstep of your heart
is far too inviting tonight.
Every time, I am turned away
to face another winter
that's unforgiving,
so cold so dark,
when I am lost
without
you.

The stars will rise
into the night sky
while the waves will ride
the eternal sea.
No time,
no space,
no deep or no high
Could ever keep this
away from me.

You are amazing,
aren’t you?
A field of sunflowers blooming
in the softest of flesh.

Feelings on repeat
why does everyone
always retreat
when all's said and done?
Every heartbeat
I have felt
so bittersweet
they make me melt
only to find
that I'm alone again.
We're so blind
to love and its friends.

I can warm you like a
cup of tea on a winter's day,
I can chill you like a
winter in the U.K.
I can lift you up and
send you reaching for the stars
or I can make you feel
the weight of a thousand pulsars.
I am the worst feeling in this paradigm,
while, at the same time,
I am the best feeling you can conjure;
I am nostalgia.

Some nights I don’t want to be here anymore,
yet here I am still dragging myself through
another day of “it could be worse”
alongside my demons
and broken promises.