She said I was loved
I said that you don't know me
or what I have done

9:16 PM
27/7/19

When you are miles away from each other,
and all you can do is smile
hoping that one of these days
all of those memories will come alive.

It is important
not to dwell on these things-
they have a way of
eating you alive.
The best thing you
can do now is shut up,
look forward,
and never back.

Look forward,
and never back.

Every moment we
have spent together will
live in me forever.
These moments are ours,
and mine alone,
living in between each
heartbeat and behind
every smile until
the end.

There are some nights
where I would rather
fight anything other
than my own
thoughts.

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

The ending
is just the beginning
repeating-
a pretty stranger
that I wish to see
again.

You walked away
as if it were nothing
whereas I could not even
imagine turning my back.
I don't know if I should
envy or despise
you.

****, is it December already?
I've only just caught up
on all these feelings,
these changes and
days flown by.
They have all come and
gone like a stranger-
and now it is ending.

Poets are a strange bunch-
we enjoy the fall until we've hit the ground.
Sometimes we push ourselves if
for nothing but the art.
Oh, how we find that spark
in the darkness of suffering.
Indeed, what a mad bunch we are,
to find sanity in our madness
and I wouldn't have it
any other way.

Perhaps time did not stop,
but life,
as I know it,
did.
Whenever I look back,
I'm still there,
amidst the chaos
and frozen
in time.

One more quadrennial,
one more election.
One more dawn,
one more day.
One day more and
we turn a page and enter
one more chapter of history.

So foolish to
think that we are enough for
each other’s demons

why is it that we
only believe the bad things
they say about us?

9:27 PM
10/9/19

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.

It’s been awhile
since I last heard your voice.
I miss the way it soothed
every atom in my body.
It’s been awhile
since I last felt your touch
I miss the way it healed
me to the core of my soul.

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

How can my
pillow still smell of you?
How do my lips
remember yours as if
they were my own?
Memories that don't exist
torment me
day after day,
night after night.

I still hear
our favorite song
from time to time.
Each note still sets the key of you
and they're still ringing out
in my head.
There is no pause button
for this harmony
of you.

There are  many who
do not like truths because they
are so full of lies

7:54 PM
1/8/23

Has anyone tried
to untangle the mess your
heart has endured?

6:33 PM
7/11/20

You deserve to win
the Nobel Peace Prize
for bringing peace to this heart.
It has known nothing
but war and disarray
for far too long.
Thank you.

Still, the sun has not yet
made her appearance in my day.
If you feel this way,
sometimes that’s okay.
She will shed her light
when it’s her time
to shine.

I made a home in
our old photographs
just so I could feel you
near
again

I need you to be
more in or more out since I
can't do the 'middle'

8:13 PM
8/6/19

Stop wearing
my favorite colour
It makes you that much
more beautiful.

The love in your heart
will always be stronger than
the hurt in your heart

11:50 PM
11/11/21

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

This pain will fade.
Pinch yourself once you
can feel again and
remember what it feels
to be human-
to be alive.

They say two weeks 'til
I don't miss you anymore
but I have lost count

9:52 PM
1/7/21

One, two,
crush on you.
Three, four,
miss you more.
Five, six,
my heart you fix.

Dear diary;
today I
did not write,
I did not paint,
and I did not compose.
I did not live today but,
then again, I guess that's
no different to any other day.

I wonder where you
are now and I wonder where
I am now these days

7:32 AM
26/8/19

Maybe living is
itself morally worse than
never being born

4:08 PM
19/5/20

Dear diary;
sometimes I feel like
I am the side character
in my own
story.

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

the poems in my
heart are still a home for all
the angels I've loved

7:13 PM
9/8/19

There are only so many battles
one can fight at any point in time.
to be struggling on so many battlefronts
can leave you weary and even broken
whether they are mental
or physical.
For a mere human mind or body
to be occupied on so many fronts-
well, they were never designed
for that sort of pain.

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.

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

2:31 PM
14/2/20

What is sadder:
to forget or to remember?

I wish her well in
an awful year and I hope
to make her forget

6:10 PM
14/9/19

I know that this is
going to torture me for
the rest of my life

11:09 PM
26/3/23

Light dances off your red dress;
I think I adore you.
But it’s never the right time,
the clock ticks and distance
drags us apart like two galaxies
helpless against the dark energy
that keep us in our place.
It only reminds me
that time is running out;
that we’re moving further apart
and never toward one another..
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to hold you
to hear your voice guide me to sleep,
to undo this dark energy between us.

You’re in the colours
I see everyday and you’re
in the rainbows I see
on special days.
Even though I don't see you anymore,
you still make up the spectrum
that gives my life beauty.
I don't see how I could forget you
when you're still painting
the colours in my life.

I walked through
that park last night.
Your perfume lingers
and the twilight glistens
upon the lower lake.
I stared at my reflection
and saw us staring back
at a heartbroken man
standing there alone.

I thought it would be
different by the time I
got home and held you

6:17 PM
9/7/19

How am I
supposed to believe you
when all of your sweet
but empty words
and promises smell of
someone else’s name?

It's cold out
tonight-
I hope you still have
a vacancy left
in your heart
for this weary
soul.

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