You're a sunflower
and I long to get lost in
your beautiful scent

6:33 PM
5/8/22

I guess I
will always be
writing about you
even though you
might not see
these words.

I am still learning
to give what you made me feel-
love and all that's nice

19/5/22

The world's lost flowers
follow your aura
to find their way
back home.

You planted
sunflowers in this heart,
each one blossoming
a dream, a smile, a memory.
You touch this heart
and I am consumed
by love and
by light.

Words come and go but
feelings do not change, for they
remain fossilized

10:50 AM
24/9/22

The sea
is shallow,
as is the Grand Canyon
when compared to how deep
my love is
for you.

You took up
a lot of pages but
you won't be in my last chapter.
My story was
never about you,
it's about the ones who
stick around for the
entire book.

In a world
full of weeds and thorns,
there are sunflowers like you
that bring beauty and bliss
into an otherwise bleak world.
Few are so lucky to witness
these sunflowers-
Truly, I have been blessed
by your light.

I want to give water
to the garden of memories
and flourish these
withered sunflowers
that kept me warm
so very long ago.

You and I
are different people now.
Maybe if we met again
it would be like meeting
for the first time
all over again.

I worry about the day
my tank will deplete
and I won't be able
to give you my
all for I will be
running on
empty.

Who are you?
I do not know you,
yet you come to me
in my dreams and leave me
wanting more.

Cancel culture is
built on the sin of
revenge and not the virtue of
forgiveness.

To this day,
I can still sense you
in every sunray and
all its warmth you have shared
with the world.
Daughter of the sun,
it is with your light
this world doesn't seem so cold
so for the sake of humanity,
don't you take that away.

Don't look around,
you won't find me again.
I wonder what's the point of goodbye,
I was never particularly good at them anyway.
They tend to leave me in a mess,
and it tells on my face.
So skip the platitudes and be on your way-
goodbye is just a phrase and phase-
sometimes long,
sometimes short.

Dear diary;
tonight,
my memories
are my moon as I
sit beneath the stars
basking in the twilight
of you and I.

Every love story
turns into tragedy if
you wait long enough

4:04 PM
12/4/20

You planted sunflowers
in this heart and so gloriously they grew,
under the sun they glow,
singing your name from
dawn until dusk.

The page is a mirror
and each word reflects who we are.
These sentences are reflections
of our souls and
it can be euphoric
as it can be painful.

Why do we feel so
alone when billions of us
also feel alone?

4:13 PM
19/1/21

I suppose you think
that your coldness comes from the
warmth of your heart?

2:31 PM
22/8/21

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.

It was easier when you were here.
You filled each day with a joy
I have not found since you.
No matter what came my way,
your smile was enough
to make me forget the pain
at the end of the day.

When someone
is going through a storm,
your presence alone can be as
powerful as a sail to
guide them home.

For as long as I have known you,
I have wondered how such a tiny girl
can hold so much love.
Indeed, you may be small but
you have the biggest heart
I have ever seen.
How can so much love and beauty
fit inside the small being
that is you?

We are not
victims of our past,
we are survivors.
We learn to heal along the way-
its not like life gives us a choice anyway.

Dear diary;
I am my one
and only enemy.
Somehow,
I am content
and depressed
about it all
at once.

I find myself lost in the cosmos
from time to time.
Sometimes, I feel too far gone
to ever return to Earth
but that's okay,
the galaxies caress me in a
strange but splendid
silence.

To taste her lips
is to drink her soul.

There is no soul,
it is merely an illusion
we have created to
project our desires in death onto
in hopes of an afterlife.

I keep our love alive by
Finding you in every sunflower.
It is in them that our love blossoms-
every word, every smile, every touch
held in every petal and
every seed.

When life gets you down,
there's always that one person
who will be there
day after day.
So what happens when
they fade into
the night?

A moment together and
a thousand moments apart.
I am forever chasing
your shadow and the
night will soon be upon us.
What does distance know
of heartbreak?

You placed your heart
upon my world and
a thousand sunflowers bloomed.

Grandma lied about
girls being all over me
once I got older

3:25 PM
20/2/21

Every step you take,
every soul you cross,
each one leading you down
a different path with the
potential to change
your life forever.

You, a bee,
dashing from flower to flower,
leaving them in a field of smiles.
We wish you the sweetest pollen
and sunshine to guide you home.

Hi,
I know
it's been a while-
have you been okay?
It's okay if you're not okay,
you don't have to be strong
all the time.

The first night we spent together
was heavenly.
How we arrived in this Hell,
I will never
understand.

Is it really so
hard to believe that I do
deserve happiness?

11:20 PM
20/7/22

Dear diary;
This lockdown has taken
my mind on a roller-coaster.
Up and down,
and everything in between.
I think I'm used to the vertigo
of this new way of life
and some days that's enough
of a victory.

I will plant you
fields of sunflowers
that spell out your name
if you promise to
keep them
in bloom.

All alone with the
voices in your head.
Now I'm face to face
with the living dead.

We do not get a
lot to truly care about
in this ruthless world

8:23 PM
22/7/21

Something tells me
that this withering sunflower
inside my chest will bloom again
once I find my way
back to you.

My memories
are carried by the southern breeze
across the oceans
to the one I long for.
Our goodbyes wonder endlessly
on foreign shores and
I can still hear your whispers
drift through the
darkest of nights.

How I yearn for
your tender touch.
Your fingers are like the sun
the way they open up this body
like a sunflower awaking to sunlight.

You grew like a
sunflower in summer
and filled my soul with warmth.
You plucked the thorns from my heart
and planted gardens instead with
love blossoming from
every petal.

Dear diary;
there were no heroes to be found
in this story I call my life-
maybe I was the villain all along.
Will a hero give this plot a meaning?
Will a hero redeem this sinful soul?
Vain and vile,
I am the villain.
Pride and pain,
I am the villain.