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.

When your ship
came crashing back to shore
I knew the ocean didn’t love us
anymore.

you move like rain,
you move like the storm.
Sometimes soft,
sometimes heavy.
You end my droughts,
leaving a rainbow,
to clear my doubts,
in sun or in snow.

Kisses for you
for lunch and
for dinner-
for now
'til eternity.

Maybe
I was in love
with the idea of
who you could have been
more than who
you really are.

If our love
is a war then
I am the soldier
that promises to
lives to tell
the tale.

I trace
golden stairways
over your skin that
lead me to heaven:
your body.

I hope I make your
day better with my poems-
my words for your soul

4:01 PM
16/3/20

Chocolate eyes,
two distant planets
that hold a mystery more mystifying
than the furthest reaches of our galaxy.
My heart longs to
make the voyage
and make a home in your orbit,
but for now,
home is out of reach.

My fair lady,
when you are ready
to fly to the moon,
I promise
to never let you
out of my
orbit.

I love you so much
that I would share my toilet
paper with you, babe

10:50 PM
12/3/20

We live in
troubled times,
where leaders fail
and pandemics prevail.
Mass hysteria is
the only game in town-
society's going down
because we cannot hear,
and we cannot think
over the turmoil
spreading across
our soil.

Hey you, it has been
Awhile but my heart still
beats only for you

12:40 PM
11/3/20

I just want to be
enough but not too much all
at once, just for you

4:40 PM
11/3/20

I lay my head
into your chest
and your heart skips a beat.
I always hum along,
for it is my favorite
song.

This poem
is a love letter
that's been sealed with hope
and sent with the wish
that all my little words
find their way
to you.

It is too easy
to hurt me because I am
human after all

7:33 PM
10/3/20