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.

Dear diary;
The clock has just struck 11:11
and I find myself
wishing for her.
It's not the first time,
nor will it be
the last.

You're lonely,
I'm lonely,
maybe we can be
a little less lonely
together.

Were we tearing each
other apart for a love
not worth falling for?

3:43 PM
25/2/21

Has it been too long
since the last time you truly
felt you were wanted?

8:28 PM
24/2/21

A life
is not a life if
it has to be disguised.

I didn't know you
were capable of such hate-
I can't believe you

11:31 PM
21/2/21

Dear diary;
I caught myself
thinking about you again.
I know,
it's nothing new-
I thought about you yesterday
and the day before that.
I need to work
on that...

I left a piece of me
with you.
Can you still feel me
like I feel
you?

Dear diary;
I suppose I do consider myself
to be that of a
hopeless romantic.
But I wonder...
why are they considered hopeless and
can you be one without
the other?

People are like candy-
consumed and
discarded
like an empty wrapper.

They say time heals all,
but I don't think that's true.
Broken hearts never completely mend,
they just learn to adapt
once the pieces
get lost
forever.

Take care of yourself-
no matter how little my words
mean to you now or
how second of a thought
I am to you now,
if a thought at all.
I meant every word
that I said.

It's 2 am
and I'm searching
every corner,
every street,
and every inch-
but even in darkness,
I cannot find light.

All we have to do
is admit when we are wrong.
It's as simple
and difficult
as that.

She was
ninety-nine percent angel,
but oh,
that other one percent
****** me
up.

Dear Diary;
why do I keep doing this
to myself?
The way I still check up on them
when I am nothing but
a second thought,
if a thought at all.
It’s no wonder I am
still a mess.
Why can’t I just
let it go?
Why can’t I just
be gone?

The mask can't slip if
I just yank it off your face
you ******* tyrant

1:17 AM
6/2/21

If you find yourself
awake at 1AM,
you just might
be in love.
If you find yourself
awake at 3AM,
don't do anything stupid,
you are loved.
If you find yourself
awake at 5AM,
you should go
to sleep.

The love we share could
melt away the ice that has
frozen this old heart

3:57 PM
4/2/21

We are born
naked and alone-
the centre of someone's universe.
And yet,
we remember
none of it.