Her heart is a country
foreign to me.
I am just a traveler
admiring its beauty
in all its culture and
history.

My heart ran away
with all the love I could give-
it's out there, somewhere

7:27 PM
4/5/21

Dear diary;
I am constantly
finding myself being
devoured by every memory
that I
have ever had.

I don't want to be
alone anymore writing
poems you won't read

8:36 PM
1/5/21

There are demons
in all of us.
The sooner you can admit that,
the sooner you can get on with your life.

She swallowed my
heart and my soul
like a tornado
swallows all the
life it touches.

The torture doctor
put me under
with her smile
and charm.
She cut my heart
until the love poured out
and just like that,
she had concluded
her operation.

And just like that,
we were
strangers again.

How do I
reach you when
all I see are the walls
you built around
yourself?

Dear diary;
I still catch myself
from time to time
staring up at the moon and wishing
we could still admire its
beauty and splendor
together.

There is a
cancer of myself
that is waiting to be cut,
bled and beaten out of me
so that a healthier,
stronger me will
heal in its place.

This will be
a memory that
one day I will try
to forget.

Realizing that you are
not as special to someone
as you thought you were
just cuts that much deeper.

There are those in life
who make you want to say
'I love you'
and there are those
who make you want to say
'*******'.
I want to be the one
who makes you want to say
both.

For muscles to grow,
they must bruise and tear
and it is the pain we must endure.
Surely, it must be true
of the heart?

Her heart was
where I found my home.
Her thoughts and words
open up doors I could never find
and her eyes painted the walls
in beauty only rivaled by her own.
This is the house I wish
to spend my days.

If just one
sunflower bloomed
for every time I dreamt of you,
there wouldn't be room
for the thorns
and thistles.

It's like
a genie took my
favorite wish and
and laid it right beside me.

Our love is a sea
and baby, I am happy
to drown forever

9:59 PM
12/4/21

Yes, life does go on-
it's not the same as before,
but it does go on.

12:08 PM
10/4/21

Your love painted
a masterpiece upon
this broken canvas
of a man.

How does it feel to
know that you're the only one
standing in your way?

3:04 PM
7/4/21

Like a sunflower,
I follow you
through this world,
only sleeping when you're
out of sight.

People leave
and I detach-
it's an endless cycle
I can't seem
to break.

Wouldn't it be nice
if life had a delete button?
Imagine the memories,
the people, the feelings
you could erase with the
push of a button.
That would be nice,
wouldn't it?

I am drowning
in this ocean we call life.
It's a bottomless abyss of
weight and worry.
I can't resurface,
it never ends and
I suffocate.

I do believe in
monsters and demons and they
live in you and I

11:23 AM
4/4/21

I am so tired
of this sickness and I hope
that it too shall pass

2:21 AM
4/4/21

I think I would do
anything for a one way
ticket out of here

5:44 PM
3/4/21

I hate the way I woke up,
hungover,
and all alone, again.
I hate the loneliness and
I understand why I am
every time I see my
reflection in the toilet water
throwing up last night's bottle of gin.
I hate the way I waste the day
and do it all over again that night.
I hate this cycle that I
cannot break.

I like
being alone
but not
feeling alone-
is there a word for that?

I am the god, I am the sea
protector of humanity
atom bombs and all the kaiju
they’re no match, you know that it’s true

I am the king, I am the beast
rage and wrath have now been unleashed  
I am the wonder of this world
there’s not a thing I couldn’t hurl

Dear diary;
there were no heroes to be found
in this story I call my life-
maybe I was the villain all along.
Will a hero give this plot a meaning?
Will a hero redeem this sinful soul?
Vain and vile,
I am the villain.
Pride and pain,
I am the villain.

Dear diary;
Lately,
I've found myself slipping
into that same old mindset
of loneliness and despair.
I keep reminding myself that
I'm still young,
and that most of my life still lies ahead.
Perhaps my better days
and better lovers
are yet to come.

We all
get a little lonely sometimes,
that's okay,
because that's what it means
to be lonely in this
little lonely world.

I'm barely
for everyone.
Hell,
I'm barely
for myself.

Our worlds
have split in two
and you’ve gone too far
to come back.
We both can’t go back
to that world
We can’t ever call it
home again.

I get to see the world
and all of its beauty
like the shiniest pearl
in the deep blue sea.
I may live in Sydney
and all its works of art,
but he's the luckiest guy in Tbilisi
'cause he unlocked your heart
with a charm like a key.

The clock strikes
Three Thirty-Three
and I am alone with these thoughts,
once again.
This could go
either way.

Is it a blessing
or a curse
to find poetry in
anything and everything?
To seek out its beauty,
its faults,
and everything in between?
One might call it a gift,
but me,
I'm not so sure.

My heart
is a field of sunflowers-
she leaves no petal
unpollinated.

Like the sunset,
you slip away,
oh so beautiful,
but dark is this world
once you are gone.

My fantasy is
only to be loved by you
in reality

10:17 PM
21/3/21

Your heart
has been shattered,
but fear not,
let time run its course
and before you know it,
you will find the strength
to pick up the pieces
and find that they reflect
more light than they used to.

Love is a fickle
yet transcendent drug.
Beware its highs and lows
for the side effects
far outweigh
the addiction.

I am not
Paul McCartney-
I cannot let it be.

I miss someone whom
I've never met before - is
there a word for that?

11:38 PM
17/3/21

Don't believe a word
if their actions never speak
the absolute truth

5:06 PM
17/3/21

You would think
that we would be caring
for one another by now.
In a world so cruel,
why would we
go at it
alone?

Dear diary;
perhaps it was hope,
one ****** up illusion,
that convinced me
that maybe,
just maybe,
I ever had a chance
with you.