Summer has
only just begun,
yet it feels like winter
now that you are here.
Hell will freeze over
by the time all is
said and done.

What if everything
we ever shared was in my
imagination?

11:39 PM
28/12/19

Her flesh may be scar-less,
but don't be fooled,
her broken bones and
broken heart are
all part of the
journey.

Dear Diary;
I have concluded that
there is no soul left in me-
maybe I never had one.
All I know is that there are
no dreams and no love
to be desired.

Dear diary;
Why is it that my
misery craves company
the more my morale
continues to fade?
Too many times have I
known flesh that was
not my own
this year and it has
taken me too long to realize
that it isn't the cure.

One more kiss,
one more drink,
and I can go home
a happy man.
Oh, if only it were
that simple.

sometimes time is the
only remedy for a
little broken heart

8:28 PM
26/12/19

She caught me
climbing up the stairs,
naked as an ape,
in the lonely hours
of the morning.
“You used to enjoy
these kinda sights.”
She slammed the door
and went back to bed.

Second choice?
You?
Are you crazy?
Are you blind?
Look in the mirror
and tell me a fool
who would take that
as his second choice.
Yes, tell me the fool
who would cherish
that heart of yours
a mere second to
that of another.
I want to know this fool,
so I can take pity on
his misguided soul.
Second choice-
spare me!

Dear diary;
this heartbreak stuff
does wonders for my writing.
Is it a price worth paying?
Probably not,
but it’s not
like I have a
choice.

Why are there so
many broken hearts?
What sort of world are we
living in where so many of us
feel unloveable and so
utterly alone?
I keep having to remind myself
that I am not the only one,
that there are other
broken hearts
in this valley
we call
life.

Dear Diary;
I failed again.
Somehow I can’t learn how to
love others the way that
I want to be loved.
I am the enemy of
my own story.

I've had a hunch that
it's all been meaningless.
Oh yes,
beautifully meaningless,
every word,
every touch,
utterly meaningless.

If some *******
should say we had a history
of any sort,
kick them in the head.
And if some *******
says were were in love,
kick them in the head
again.

Where do we go from here?
How do we move,
when there is no more ground
beneath us?
How do we fly
without our wings?
I don't know where
we are going
anymore.

Hand in hand,
standing at the gates of Hell.
Nothing else exists,
but for the flames
of Turkmenistan
burning as bright
as the love
between
us two.

I went to Hell
for Christmas eve
only to return with
something nice
to gift you for
this special
day.

I’ve waited a long time
to hear “I love you” echo back.
Maybe I should say it again,
or better yet, never again.
Maybe I should trek deeper.
Maybe “I love you” got lost in the woods.
Bouncing off of trees, falling down,
and spraining its ankles.
Maybe it’s afraid.
Maybe it’s lost in the shadows,
finding refuge in a deep, dark cave.
I’ve waited a long time for "I love you"-
perhaps I can spend a few more
in search of it.

It died when I
no longer felt warmth
in your kiss nor
the spark in your words.
So just bury this beast
we call 'love',
anything else would be inhumane.
Anything more and we’ll die too.

Set the past on fire,
but don't forget to
admire every flame.

I didn't think the
Earth had two moons,
but then I found you.
Each night you glow
as if this world wasn't
pretty enough.

When our
shadows die,
do they bleed
light?

December is just
a month-
so why all the
gloom?

Dear Diary;
Does not drinking
half a bottle of gin
make me more or
less fun at parties?
On second thoughts,
don't answer that.

I wish to be a
man of hope again but this
life is just too cruel

11:16 AM
22/12/19

The memory
of you leaves me
yearning,
dreaming,
for your warmth
in this December cold.

All I want
for Christmas
is for my bed not to be
as cold as it has been
this year.

The bad thing about
happy endings is that they're
always at the end

6:18 AM
17/12/19

What could you and I
do with more whiskey and a
little more bruising?

7:07 PM
16/12/19

It took a lot of
courage to tell you that I
am far from okay

5:10 AM
16/12/19

you were someone else
someone who mastered the arts
of how to break hearts

6:57 PM
15/12/19

Your tongue
is an abstract painting,
an artwork born of passion,
each stroke so intricate
yet so abstruse.
Paint with me,
darling.

My heart spilled open
hoping the news wasn't true-
too little, too late.

9:31 PM
14/12/19

Dear me-
I think I can
love again,
not well,
but at least
I am trying.

It always
ends the same-
you found someone,
you turn away and
just like that,
the magic
is gone.

the cold of winter
can ruin a lonely heart-
brace for the cold, love

8:34 PM
7/12/19

There is a
song inside of you.
If only you took the
time to sing.

Let our tongues
be our swords and
our words as arrows.
Let us duel,
blood for blood
and nothing less.

It's hard to let go
of the people and places
that once felt like home

5:45 PM
1/12/19

She said she
was empty.
I still thought she
was everything.

All of her words
were as empty as her
bottle of gin.
All he could do
was love her.

My hand never found
a better place to call home
than when it held yours

8:55 PM
28/11/19

I didn't want to find love-
but then I found you,
and found a love so real.
but then I lost you-
That is why I didn't want
to find love.

Poetry cleanses
my soul of the grime and dirt
of reality

8:44 PM
28/11/19

You don't look at me
like the way I look at you-
no, not anymore

8:38 PM
28/11/19

you knew how
to take my breath away.
To this very day,
I still find it hard
to breathe.

I soar
like a meteor
directly into your heart
but the closer I get,
the more I begin to crumble
and lose myself to you.
Smaller and smaller
until I'm but a pebble
barely making a noise
upon your window.

Every night,
I bury myself in a grave
of blankets and nightmares.
Fortunately, it’s shallow enough
to crawl out of
every morning.

I can’t believe I
trusted you enough
to give you my heart.
I can't believe you
didn't break it.

Hand in hand,
dancing in the snow
where time doesn't matter.
And even though we
remain in the darkest corner
upon the darkest shelf
of this antique shop,
we have found each other-
may this moment last forever.