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.

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

4:02 PM
23/9/20

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

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

11:17 PM
14/9/22

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

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.

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.

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

1:52 PM
16/12/23

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

Another year,
another chapter
in this book we call life.
Turn the page and
begin your story.

Not everyone will like you
and that is okay.
You cannot please everyone,
no one can, in fact,
sometimes people can hurt us
through no fault of our own.
It is self-care to withdraw from these people,
to walk away for your well being.
Surround yourself with those who care
while at the same time,
prioritizing yourself.

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.

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

Do you ever feel
strange to be in your own skin-
like a foreigner?

2:09 PM
6/3/22

The hardest part
of the year was having
to say goodbye to you.
I did not want to go,
I did not want to leave.
I wanted to stay forever
where you were no longer
someone in my dreams,
but someone in my life.

I miss someone whom
I've never met before - is
there a word for that?

11:38 PM
17/3/21

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.

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.

A life
is not a life if
it has to be disguised.

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

There are countless ways
to show your love,
each way unique like
every little snowflake,
each one glistening to be seen
in all its intricate beauty.  
Let my love fill your skies
with endless snow like that
of a Christmas morning.

The soul is a funny thing-
in one moment, joy,
and in the next one, sorrow.
The landscape of the soul
is as changing as the sea
caught up in a storm of emotions.

Your words
fill me with oxytocin
the way love laces
each and every word you speak.
Your touch
fills me with endorphins
the way your warmth
melts away the blues.
Your beauty
fills me with dopamine
every time I realize how lucky I am
to have you in my life.
Your smile
fills me with serotonin
the way its joy spreads across the Earth.

The history of
you and me, it's the saddest
story ever told

6:34 PM
9/7/19

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

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

Nevertheless,
I keep on writing to the dream
of what I imagined
we would share.

What an honor it
is to fill your nights with joy
and everything nice

12:00 AM
25/3/22

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?

There are no ordinary people-
everyone has a story to tell,
a dream to chase and a
mind unto itself.
What is your
story?

My heart is
a haunted house
made up of many rooms.
Some are filled with books
and antiques from another time
while others are filled
with shadows and demons.
I locked those doors long ago
and threw away the key.

Just as the
dawning sun
kisses the sleeping Earth,
your smile brings
warmth and light
to my
soul.

Maybe I will never understand
how you took control this heart.
Was it sorcery or something sinister?
No, I suspect it had something to do with
the sweetness of your soul or
your beauty that leave
even the nymphs
in awe.

In dreams you call me
and I wake up each morning
smiling thanks to you

11:23 PM
13/5/22

Once someone breaks your heart,
it's hard to ever let your guard down.
A new person, a new heart-
one that does not beat so blissfully
as it did before the heartbreak.
We overanalyze their every word.
Are they lying or do they
really mean what they say?
Maybe they're hiding something
or maybe anxiety strikes again.
Maybe they will leave at any moment,
it wouldn't be the first time.
Indeed, we try to think outside the box
in hopes to avoid another heartbreak.
In doing so we lose a part of ourselves.

It's never the right time
for us,
and since there is more us-
not now, not ever,
I will cherish 'us'
from our past
and from my dreams.
I will cherish 'us'
with my poetry,
and with the photographs
I still have scattered
in the shadows.

Of all the places
I don't belong, it is your
heart that feels like home

7:31 AM
1/11/22

There are days where
I miss you so much that
these sunflowers wither and die.
Make your arms my garden and
your smile the sun that
brings them back to life.

so much wasted time
chasing temporary feelings
only to tear ourselves apart
for those who aren’t listening.
A million thought out words
only to be lost in translation-
we pray for companionship
but end up with damnation.

If you want to keep
yourself safe and content then
never let them in

11:08 PM
15/7/20

Sometimes missing you
hits me like a storm.
Black clouds come without warning,
dampening everything below.
I am left in eternal darkness
that only your light
can restore.

What if everything
we ever shared was in my
imagination?

11:39 PM
28/12/19

The reality
is that I made myself feel
alone, no one else

5:50 PM
21/3/22

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

The JOY of seeing you again,
of seeing you smile again,
of hearing you laugh again,
of seeing you wake up again,
it floods this soul with JOY
and I am left swimming
in a sea of you.

I close my eyes and
suddenly, I am there,
in the memories I try to forget,
where I lost my heart and
have been trying to
reclaim it since.

The poison
between us was
the poison
in our veins.

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

6:57 PM
15/12/19

Nostalgia can be
like your favorite jacket:
it'll keep you warm in times of cold
but can become unbearable
when life starts to burn.

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