Your smile puts the sun
to shame - without it the sun
doesn't shine the same

7:28 PM
10/3/20

I know
it may seem
like things aren't
ever going to be alright
but in the end,
time will prove
you wrong-
it always
does.

We've only just met
and already I am so
helplessly in love

6:18 PM
8/3/20

What we desire
after midnight is seldom
good for the spirit

9:13 PM
7/3/20

I don’t like
that I miss you this much.
No matter how many lies
I tell myself,
I still can't shake
these lingering
feelings.

Wrote you a haiku
and all I lost was a small,
small part of myself

7:23 AM
5/3/20

If you do not want
to be happy with me then
it is not true love

5:01 PM
3/3/20

Dear diary;
I ate a whole
wheel of cheese
for dinner tonight.
Regret nothing about this-
at least, not yet.

if you were
a flower
then maybe I’d learn
to garden.
How glorious it would be
to spend my days getting
your love underneath
my fingernails
and watching euphoria bloom?

You keep pouring sorrow
into my glass that is
already full.
You pour
and you pour,
until it overflows,
and then you pour
some more.

One soul
and one heart
is not enough to
contain all
of this
sorrow.

Dear diary;
my back aches
from carrying all of
these memories-
my soul aches from
bearing all these regrets
from a distant life
I'd rather forget.

The skies are
fading
and the leaves are
withering
underneath
my skin.
I've got the
Autumn blues
again.

A dismal duet-
more like a sad solo
of two hearts
breaking in harmony.
Their tone is flat and
the lyrics don't rhyme.
The melody has gone
astray and the
music dies.

Maybe my poems
are so short because
I wish to avoid the pain
of remembering
too much.

Baby, hold me close-
these cold and lonely nights will
be the death of me

10:11 PM
29/2/20

Just because your words
are comforting, doesn't mean
they bring peace of mind

9:47 AM
29/2/20

Dear diary;
I need something
stronger than an ******-
something that really rattles the bones
and shakes me to the core
of my soul.

Dear diary;
Today was
a good day to die.
But worry not,
ready or not,
I'm going to
live young
and die fast.

I’m sorry
that you can't
see her face
without seeing my face.
I hate that you ruined
all of our favorite songs-
just one note and I
am at your mercy.
But in the end,
I hope this will not destroy me,
well, me at least,
not because the ending torments me,
but because the memories don't.
No, quite the opposite.

Don’t ask to love me
when what you really mean is
you want to touch me

6:19 PM
27/2/20

Dear diary;
Sometimes I wish
I could stop existing-
no, not to die,
but just to stop feeling-
just to stop being.

I do not need to
be reminded of the cost
of falling for you

11:14 PM
25/2/20

It’s funny that for
the most part, we forget that
we are so alone.

11:12 PM
25/2/20

Dear diary;
last night I met the moon.
She forgot how to shine in
the darkest of nights.
We grew close-
a bittersweet bond
since one of us
was fading
away.

I love you every
day but today I will put
it in a haiku

7:49 PM
23/2/20

I see every galaxy
shining through your eyes
and every star
burning in
your smile.

I am too
many tragedies
disguised as a man with
too many wounds
disguised as
memories.

Oh London, you were
a dream and a nightmare all
wrapped up into one

7:37 AM
19/2/20

There was I time,
long ago,
when I could sleep
in peace-
in love.
I didn't need to dream
when you were in my arms-
my dreams could not compare to
the way I could close my eyes
and wake up to the scent of you.
But gone are those days,
and I am left with the memory.
Now, I find my thoughts
running in circles,
always back
to you.

Why do I still crave
validation from people
who I've never met?

7:10 PM
18/2/20

Dear diary;
my heart
met my soulmate
in the space between
slumber and waking.

Sleep's not the cure
but it sure as hell helps to
ease some of this pain

6:53 PM
18/2/20

There's still time to find
validation, or so I
tell myself each year.

7:52 PM
14/2/20

Dear Diary;
Today is for the chocolate lovers
and the hopeless romantics.
This year,
I am not one of them.

If you kissed
me to infinity,
I would still be
craving more because
enough does not exist
when it comes
to you.

Roses and dinner,
a bottle of wine and cheese
for my Valentine.

2:31 PM
14/2/20

I never thought,
I'd miss the rain and
cold of London winters-
the hustle and grind,
of everyday life.
I miss the tube,
the trees and the tulips
of St James Park
but most of all,
I miss you.

Years later, and I
think I would still love you like
I did long ago

3:40 PM
13/2/20

A strong name for a
majestic sort of goddess
that I had the luck of meeting.
She sang her song-
one of which
captured my heart
and one of which
we can both
rejoice.

Couldn't sleep again-
I woke up feeling lonely-
It's only Monday.

6:32 PM
11/2/20

Soft haired girl,
like a bed of roses,
blooming all over the world.
Lucky was I to get lost
in her garden,
her aura-
but little did I know that
her thorns would leave
such a lovely mark
upon my heart.

Dear diary;
At last,
it is Friday
and now I want
to make bad decisions
that I can survive.

Call me in the early
hours of the morning
and maybe,
just maybe,
my heart will
find another place
for you.

I miss your tender
skin pressed up against my skin-
oh, I miss that spark

12:33 PM
2/2/20

I don’t need a
thousand red roses.
You're a blue rose-
the only one I want.

It's true-
this may be a
sad chapter in my life
but I do believe you
are the happy
ending.

I still taste the gin
from her lips
and this heart
isn't slowing down.
How can I sleep when
her voice still echoes in my ear?
But when I do,
I hope I dream of her.
Tonight was not long enough.

You say
it’s too hot
to see the sights-
that’s okay,
because baby,
none of these sights
compare to the sight
that is you.

You made my mirror blush.
My pillow misses the smell of your hair.
You lit up my room and
my bed misses your touch.
This place seems a little less
like home now that
you're gone.