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

You cannot
miss what never existed,
right?

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.

It is as rare as it is wonderful
to find someone with a beautiful mind,
and better yet, a beautiful heart.
But it is also as tragic as it is wonderful
to discover that who you thought had both,
had neither all along.

What if a dream
of someone is bought on
by that person thinking
about you?

Am I over it?
Not really.
Will I survive?
Probably.

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.

To write by your hand
is to write with your heartbeat
in your fingertips

5:52 PM
21/12/22

Dear diary;
this world is
falling to pieces-
I can see it on my screen
and I can hear it outside
my window.

One step forward,
two steps back.
Reality is a tough place to live-
it is also a tough
place to leave.

my love for you has evolved-
it doesn’t tear me apart
anymore
or leave me lonely,
but it doesn’t make for
great company either.

You are my chai-
there is nothing as sweet
or as warming as you.
I need you every morning
to get me through the day
and each night to grant me
the sweetest of dreams.

Maybe we met too young.
Maybe at that time,
we didn’t know how to love each other right.
Do you think if we met years from now,
we would be right for each other?
If five years from now,
you decide that you miss me,
there’s a strong chance I’d take you back.

Loving you was a battlefield,
and a paradise.
The many masks you wore–
all those changing faces.
I never knew which one
you were coming home wearing.
One day you love me,
the next day hate me.

Dear diary;
at the end of the day,
I have no one to blame but myself
for this wall I have built
to keep everyone else
out.

You are the warmth from
the sun for all these blooming
flowers in my heart

10:47 PM
14/5/23

This mind is a bed of roses
of harrowing memories
that burn these petals.
A storm surrounds me
in this everlasting winter
and one-by-one,
these roses wither and die.  
I hope those that remain
will survive long enough
to see a sun that may never dawn.

There ain't nothing like them,
is there?
A gentle reminder that
I have survived
the cold and gloom
for one more
year.

There are some people
in my past who aren't welcome
in my present life

1:21 AM
27/5/23

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.

It does not take a
thousand cuts, but a well-placed
wound upon a heart

10:55 AM
19/2/23

When did these walls I
built around myself become
a self-made prison?

4:39 PM
30/5/22

There is a song in
my heart that only you know
the melody to

5:43 PM
22/2/23

Can you understand my hesitation?
No one has loved me as you have.
You give me everything and expect nothing in return.
My happiness seems to be your primary goal
and for that I am forever grateful.
Still, some days are harder than others.
I try not to let the pain and the heartbreak
get in the way but old habits die hard.
We all deserve to be loved, don't we?

Let me mirror my sun
into your sunflower
and weave my sunlight
into your petals.

If I did not travel to that country,
If I did not attend that class,
If I did not take that job,
I would have missed out
on the best moments of my life.
But as grateful as I am,
I sometimes wonder
how many people I never met,
all the places I never went
if I had chosen a different path
and all of the memories
I would have instead.

You want me to stay silent,
but how can I?
I cannot do it anymore.
There are emotions,
there is blood,
there is love
that cannot be silenced
and one day she will understand.

You are your own worst enemy.
Indeed, it is you who have placed
these traps and obstacles along your path.
You underestimated the enemy inside-
its power, its strength, its perseverance.
It has overwhelmed you,
made you feel small and insignificant.
So do not waste your time in search
of an enemy in this world-
your enemy inhabits you.
You have only to look
within.

Stay in the sadness
until you are comfortable
to put it away

1:52 PM
16/12/23

Just because I still
dream about you, that does not
mean I want you here

11:13 AM
2/7/22

Poetry cleanses
my soul of the grime and dirt
of reality

8:44 PM
28/11/19

How can I make you
love the emptiness inside
of me once again?

8:53 PM
7/11/19

This sunflower can't
stand this garden it had no
choice but to grow from

8:17 PM
8/11/21

We try so hard to
be perfect even though it
crushes us inside

4:02 PM
23/9/20

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.

Maybe you will survive
when the storm is over but
you will never be the same.
It will leave you broken and scattered,
like the ruins of a city and
uprooted like its trees.
Only a wasteland will remain,
to which you will have to
refill with lessons learnt.

We are at our
most vulnerable
when we are in love.
The power to ruin lies
in their hands because
our heart is open.

Angry?
No,
just disappointed.
Are we good?
No,
but I wish we could have
figured things out.
I thought we were better than this.

The nebulae
paint the universe
from lightyears away.
Strokes of colour and light
so majestic that I cannot help but
see a part of my soul in
those waves of gas that stretch
across our galaxy.

What hurts more:
Hearing the truth or
ignoring it?

Sometimes I stop
and remember you.
I remember what it was like
to hold you, to see you smile,
and I smile just thinking about it.
I don’t want to stop thinking about you,
writing about you, sighing for you.
I long for the day I can
call your name once more and
you come running back into my arms.
I want to always be there for you.

Oh,
to feel your warm
and tender hands
upon my chest
to melt away this
frozen heart.

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.

It's nice to think that
you might read my poetry
even if you won't

11:17 PM
14/9/22

Depression is a black cat
stalking you throughout the day,
quietly lurking in the shadows,
never knowing when it will strike.

We can
runaway
into the night,
hand in hand,
with nothing but
our dreams
to guide us home,
wherever home
may be...

Such irony it is
when I feel lonelier
in your presence
than I do
alone.

The night is solitary,
not sadness.
It is the embrace of the moon
that makes for good company rather
than the unforgiving sun.
These neon lights will not fade,
nor the city ambience-
the soundtrack to my nights.
Once again,
I find myself with a bottle in hand
as the dying dusk comes and goes-
I sigh.

Most things in life
do not matter and do not
bring happiness nor peace-
and so we continue the search
for something that does.

The love we share could
melt away the ice that has
frozen this old heart

3:57 PM
4/2/21