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.

We were two
frozen raindrops
in a greying cloud of love.
Our collision sparked
the perfect storm.

Your touch
is like tornado
sending my heart
into an endless
frenzy.

She's a sunflower
minding her own in a field
of thorns and thistles

6:41 PM
12/3/21

If your pillow had a voice,
what stories could it tell?
Would it tell the tale
of love and loneliness,
of laughter and lust,
of heartbreak and happiness,
or sadness and solitude?

Only in poetry
do we still exist.
Only within each verse
can I still adore you and
only within each word
can I still find bliss.

You are
someone's cup of tea.
Don't stop looking for
that perfect brew.

I'm one call away
from leaving it all behind
just to be with
you

Maybe we
should look at the moon
together
the next time
we miss each other.
Knowing we share the same
starry night
will just have to do
for now.

I have
a hundred things
I wish to say to you
and
a hundred reasons
why I should not
say them.

What I wouldn't give
to get lost in your tangled
hair just one more time

10:52 PM
7/3/21

Memories always
make me want to go back there-
back there where you are

10:08 PM
6/3/21

Dear diary;
tonight,
my memories
are my moon as I
sit beneath the stars
basking in the twilight
of you and I.

Dear diary;
Sometimes,
I let myself give in to the
hope of holding
you again one day.
False hope, maybe,
but it's the only thing that
gets me through
nights like these.