I'm not strong enough
to not give my love to those
who don't deserve it

10:14 AM
16/5/21

History doesn't
repeat but it does reflect
every so often

9:47 PM
16/5/21

The burden of hope
is bound to take its toll
on me,
yet it is all that
keeps me going-
such a dangerous thing
hope can be.

The burden of hope
is bound to take its toll on
everyone one day

11:56 PM
15/5/21

Tell me
the reasons why
I should stop loving you
just because you stopped
loving me.

Fragments of you
still linger in me-
tiny pieces still embedded
in my heart, my soul
and my memories.

When do these thoughts stop?
When will be the day when
I stop thinking about you?
When will be the day when
I stop asking
"what can I do?"

At the end of the
day all I want to do is
make you smile more

11:42 PM
15/5/21

Our eyes locked,
our hands linked,
our lips sealed and
I tasted her poison
yet I would do it all
over again.

This life
is a bitter cup
of coffee but you
were my little spoon
of sugar.

The world is awake
so write more because someone
is always listening

7:06 PM
11/5/21

You were my greatest
sleepless night and my greatest
and only daydream

12:59 PM
9/5/21

Be your own
flame in the darkness.
Celebrate the light
in your own life.

They always crawl back
expecting you to be the
same soul as before

9:42 PM
6/5/21

You took up
a lot of pages but
you won't be in my last chapter.
My story was
never about you,
it's about the ones who
stick around for the
entire book.

The queen
gave her life
for the king.
Indeed,
love is about
sacrifice.

Dear diary;
looks like it's
another night of
staring at the guitar,
wishing and wondering if
these **** hands can translate
the beautiful chaos
raging in this head.

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.