What hope did we have
of ever navigating
through all of this mist?

11:10 AM
10/5/20

Love is
everywhere.
If only you could see it
the way I see it
through you.

All this time
we have been given,
I will not waste it.
I will not give up
on us.
I will keep on
trying.

Why do you always
have to be so beautiful
and distant like that?

5:46 PM
6/5/20

You were the last
bit of good in me.
You walked away,
and never gave it back.

By midnight,
I watched you fall
asleep,
as you watched me fall
in love.

Even when I
write about you,
the ink that smudges
upon my hand takes
the shape of you.

I would rather not.
You have shown your true colours-
The damage is done.

2:28 AM
3/5/20

Dear diary;
I have thought a lot
about leaving this all behind
and buying a one-way ticket
to anywhere where no one
knows my name.
I want to forget who I am
and lose myself
in another's culture.
I want to stay until I tire
and do it all again
somewhere else.

My heart is
a haunted house
made up of many rooms.
Some are filled with books
and antiques from another time
while others are filled
with shadows and demons.
I locked those doors long ago
and threw away the key.

You were an angel
turned to demon
and then to stranger.
You have blessed me
and cursed me ever since
you walked away.

I'll never forget that day
you caught me off-guard like that.
The way you so effortlessly
drew my breath away
upon first sight
as if to make room
for what could have been.

I don't know
how to leave behind
all of these lingering feelings
that still dwell
from within.

Oh, I wish
I could turn back time
and laugh with you again.
To laugh and cry,
to hold you once again.
But now you have your bubbles
and me, nothing left at all.
Bubble girl,
I don't know how
to keep you from the winds.
Bubble girl,
may they one day carry you
back into my arms.
But for now,
goodbye,
bubble girl.

I could play
your heartstrings all day,
blow a kiss through the horns
of our love
always
and forever.

Sometimes,
when I am lonely,
I will stare up at the moon
and smile knowing that her
twilight will kiss
you too.

One of my
favorite things to do
is to make you melt
again and again-
melt you into a puddle,
build you up again
and melt you yet again.

I've been painting a picture
for as long as I can remember.
I remember going out to buy the
canvas and paints, the brush and the easel.
I spent years on this painting,
making sure every stroke,
every shade was perfect.
I made mistakes,
but it was nothing I couldn't fix.
This painting is my pride and joy-
everything I have to show
for the last few years.
I invested everything into that painting:
time and money, tears and joy-
and then the painting was stolen away.
Sure, it might still be out there, maybe not,
but I don't think I will ever see it again,
no matter how hard I try.
All I can do now is remember how proud I was
of what I had accomplished and what went into it.
I think this is why it is so hard
for people to let go-
to start over and face a blank canvas
as daunting as that may be,
rather than not paint again.
This is why it is important to know
when to let it go,
to start again and forget
about my portrait
of you.

My heart remains
stuck in the same place-
immovable,
unbreakable,
but my love moves
and flows
through time.

The skies ache for the sun,
the seas thirst for the moon.
The stars kiss their planets,
and I yearn for you.

Won't you fall
into my arms?
I can be your palace
or your shallow grave.

Sometimes the heart picks
its own poison and mine has
chosen you, my dear

1:37 PM
18/4/20

I'm still a hopeless
romantic but you give me
the hope I long for

11:58 AM
17/4/20

Hey, you, maybe we
could start over again and
get it right this time

5:17 PM
16/4/20

My mind,
the largest metropolis I know.
Thoughts of you roam the streets-
our memories are set in concrete.
This city never sleeps,
but with you as
its population,
it knows peace.

Dear diary;
there's a musical riot
erupting in my
chest tonight.
My ribs echo
with the sounds of
chaos and harmony.

How can a woman
be so sweet and so spicy
all at the same time?

11:04 PM
14/4/20

Your breath
was as warm as fire,
your kisses raw and relentless.
Your tongue went wild inside his mouth
as if its life had depended on the taste.
We had caved into each other-
a hunger we could not satisfy.
And while I searched
for ways to justify our sins,
you were already exploring all the places
upon me that had gone untouched
for far too long.

Every love story
turns into tragedy if
you wait long enough

4:04 PM
12/4/20

Dear diary;
my life is far
from normal
but not so strange that I
should fear what
lies ahead.

Dear diary;
Today I came to
the realization that
I can probably count on one hand
the people who know anything
about me in real life.
If you are reading this,
I doubt you're
one of them.

Once this darkness is over,
we won’t remember how we survived.
We won’t even be sure
whether the darkness is really over.
But one thing is certain-
When we climb out of the darkness,
and into the light,
we won't be the same world
that once stood.

Sometimes stars explode
and leave behind the most
beautiful nebulae in the universe-
but that is one in a billion.
Somehow you create a nebula
with every touch,
and every word.
So what does that make you?

I wasn't the
name on her tongue
when she fell in love.
At least she fell
in love at all.

My favorite song
is the one you strum
upon my heartstrings-
the one that puts my
demons to sleep
and my heart
to nirvana.

Dear diary;
I moved house today
but I'm afraid my demons
followed me to the door.
Tonight,
the twilight seeps through the window,
the highway never sleeps and
the demons make their bed.
I am wide awake
again.

I am a single
soul yet I am split and my
heart has been splintered

11:02 PM
6/4/20

I guess I
will always be
writing about you
even though you
might not see
these words.

I miss you
like a dolphin
misses that breath
of fresh air to sustain itself
in the unforgiving depths
of the ocean,
and tonight,
my bed lies at the
bottom of the ocean.

I was walking in circles
trying to reach you
in your corner:
unattainable.
But fate intervened,
bridging our parallel worlds.
Just like that,
love bridged our paths.

Even before
the beginning,
I knew that I would love you
long after
the end.

They sprinkled
the streets in
holy water
and locked the city down
as if it were world war II.
Maybe there is hope
for the city of light
in this world of darkness.
So send your priests,
and send your angels,
and maybe,
just maybe,
we will be alright.

My heart beats
a little louder when I
hear your name.
It must know how alone
I really am.
Sometimes, I hear the sound
bouncing off the walls.
I swear it sings
your name.

This is where we go
when we die: into the hearts
of those who love us

8:57 PM
27/3/20

Love is hard
to acquire and
Cupid requires a careful aim.
I know this
because my picture
wasn't blurry until you came
into the frame.

If our love
had a sound,
it would be the sweetest song.
Tell me you hear the music-
the beat of our hearts
and our harmonies
intertwined.

She led me
to her distant world,
a strange yet ethereal land.
I had never gazed upon
such beauty
all around me.
Was it heaven?
No, it was all her.

Hang onto your hope-
a sunflower in this gloomy world.
Remember the brightness
of past times.
Have a little faith,
that this too shall pass
as we plant the seeds
of more hope.

You planted your seeds
in my heart,
long ago.
What do I have to show for it?
A heart full of sunflowers.
Darling,
you are my spring.

Dear diary;
this world is
falling to pieces-
I can see it on my screen
and I can hear it outside
my window.