Do not forget that
you are a force of nature-
fire, ice and wind

6:03 PM
6/6/19

You only miss me
when you want to miss me and
it's taking its toll

9:15 PM
5/6/19

I gave everything
to hold on to something I
never even had

9:31 PM
3/6/19

I want to listen to the rain,
and wash ***** dishes with you.
I want to admire the passing dogs
and maybe even get one of our own.
I want to push your grocery cart down the aisle
as we search for the contents of tonight's dinner-
laugh at you when you’re too short to reach the shelves
and be your hands to everything out of reach.
I want to exist with you and within you,
be the goosebumps that consume you
and the butterflies within your chest.
I want to look back on our photographs-
the ones that will become everything to us.
I don’t know where we’ll end up
but I do know we can make it.
You and me.
Always.

love is our only
reality so treat it
like the only one

6:15 PM
3/6/19

what actually were we
other than two broken hearts,
and two lost souls?
A sense of passion, yet only for an instant,
leading to an everlasting
feeling of torment.
Our distant dreams of romance
never quite turned into a reality
without even a daydream of hope.

Those were not my tears,
they were memories streaming
that I can't get back

1:09 AM
2/6/19

I prefer to write
when the world sleeps - it's such a
lovely waste of time

2:38 AM
1/6/19

A dream about you
over this reality
is preferable

9:21 PM
31/5/19

I just want to say
from the bottom of my heart:
thank you for your love

8:35 PM
31/5/2019

Ah, nevermind,
anyway, wherever you are right now,
whatever you are doing,
I wish you all the best
this world can offer-
always and forever.
You deserve it.
And though our lives
don't always go as planned,
when it pulls you down and
drags you through Hell,
remember you have come so far.
You can get through it-
I’m sure you’re still the
strong person I remember.
And when you feel lost, sad,
hollow, lonely or exhausted,
understand that it’s okay
to feel them all.
You’re okay.
Everything is going to be okay.
Let it flow, let it go.
Good things are waiting for you
and let me remind that if you ever need
someone to talk to,
you'll know where to find me.
Don’t hesitate to call,
I’ll be here with open arms.
Just because we don't keep in touch,
does not mean I don't still adore you to the core.
But more importantly,
please don’t forget that you matter.
You are adored.

We teach ourselves
to not feel a thing,
yet end up feeling
it right to the core.
Perhaps everything
can not work out the way
we tell ourselves it should.
Perhaps we are merely
powerless creatures.

Hey, how are you?
How’s your family?
Where have you been lately?
There are so many things  
I have been meaning to ask you.
Can’t believe it’s been so long
since I last heard your voice.
It's true, I still miss you sometimes
but I now see you're probably
better off without me.
Just looking back on us
never fails to put a smile
upon my face,
but it also brings a tear
to know I can't make you
smile
anymore.

I still remember
the first time I heard that warm
voice of yours that night

11:00 PM
26/5/19

When I read your words
I hear your voice and I wish
they were still for me

1:47 AM
26/5/19

wake up each morning
and find a new reason to
love yourself again

3:52 PM
22/5/19

I wrote a story
somewhat less than swell but you
read it to the end.

21/5/19
7:09 PM

I am who I am-
whether that is good or bad
I still can't decide

Twenty-seven years
of unbridled poetry
running through my veins.

These last few months,
I have been learning how to
separate myself from my past,
my mistakes,
and all the heartbreak
and mind ache
that I have endured.
It's easier said than done,
but I do believe we have
the ability to reinvent ourselves
and love others unlike the way
they used to 'love' me

a deep long lust
followed by a deep long kiss
followed by a deep long sigh

I ate my own heart out
and I’ve never felt better.
Empty chest but my soul is full-
regrettable actions to fill the hole.
You can see it upon my face-
from these far-too-gone eyes
to that ****** crooked smile.
Don’t love this creature for it
has found peace in destroying itself.

a fragment of you
still lodged somewhere in my heart
bleeding with each beat

before the storm comes,
let us drown ourselves in gin
to survive the night.

It’s terrifying
when you get hit
with a revelation at 2am
that you can’t picture yourself
five or ten years into the future
sharing a cosy suburban apartment
with the love of your life,
with a family to call your own.

it has been a while
since I've written anything worthy
and it has been quite a while
since we last talked.
Perhaps these factors are related-
all I know is that I wrote
some of my favorite pieces
when we kept each other up-
when you were still in my life.

Too early, too late-
doesn't matter in the end
so let's get ruined

This poem
is for you
because I simply
don't know any other way
to keep you close at bay-
to stop you from fading away.

It's two thirty-three-
sleep is not my enemy
or so I had thought

SOS I call-
one last plea to anyone
to come rescue me

I'm standing outside
under your star in the sky
please don't fade away

Someday I will find
a way to cut every part
of you out of me

Even when I'm happy,
there is a certain sadness.
Even in my words, my smile,
there is a hint of melancholy
that I cannot escape.

She treasures her cats
more than any old treasure-
more than life itself.

they'll save your life-
they'll break your heart.
You don't know which
was better or worse.

We choose people
so far from home
but no matter the distance
we never feel alone.

I am a scarecrow-
crooked teeth and
a crooked heart.
I'm in shambles swaying
in the darkest nights
so full of terrors-
yet they are so
exhilarating.

We embrace the darkness
with arms wide open because
we've nothing else to hold.

Sitting on a crowded bus
on my way to another show,
wondering why I bothered
leaving home in the first place.

If you ever think of me
think back on me,
on us fondly,
and with
warm
memories.

I'm still trying
to describe you,
through poetry
and to explain you,
through song.
But the more I try,
the more I realize
that none of these mediums
will ever do you justice, love.

She finds comfort in the night.
Not as warm or popular
as the day.
It must be the silence
caressing her soul at night
or the darkness that washes away
the dirt from yesterday.
She waits for the night-
she waits for the peace.

I don’t know if I need a friend-
I don’t know if I am on the mend.
All I know is that it feels like
this feeling will never end.

I don't think I
have felt love for
far longer than I
care to admit,
so what have I
been doing all
these years?

She won't break your heart,
but she will test its limits.
Fair?
Probably not,
but neither is life,
and life provides
opportunity,
not justice.

Most of the time,
I am too afraid
and too in awe
to ask myself
how I found you.

I am a tourist
travelling in between
the sweetest dreams
and the darkest
nightmares.

She slithers in
underneath my door
in the dead of night.
I let my guard down
and she slides up my bed,
underneath the covers
and curls around my spine.
She whispers sweet terrors
and I find myself awake
and fighting this anxiety
that has me in her grip.

She gives trust
and receives betrayal.
She builds walls around her heart
to shut out the all the invaders.
It's been smashed into a million pieces
a million times before.
She gathers the remnants
only to salvage her fragile heart.

No matter how dark
your petals may wither
just remember to keep shining
and pushing through the dirt.