Our memories
bleeds through my pen
and onto the page.
Though I don't get to see
you smile anymore,
your beauty still shines
through my words.

I am not
Paul McCartney-
I cannot let it be.

The torture doctor
put me under
with her smile
and charm.
She cut my heart
until the love poured out
and just like that,
she had concluded
her operation.

Don't believe a word
if their actions never speak
the absolute truth

5:06 PM
17/3/21

We all
get a little lonely sometimes,
that's okay,
because that's what it means
to be lonely in this
little lonely world.

Some days the
urge to reach out to
you is stronger than others.
That urge turns to an ache
when I remember how
you cut that line
so very long ago.

you chose to erase me
from your book-
to tear out my pages
one by one
and rewrite the story
of you and I.

We are all
children of the sun,
but you outshine
all seven-billion
who walk this Earth.
Daughter of the sun,
share with us your light
and lead us out of darkness.
Daughter of the sun,
shower us with warmth-
this place is cold without you.

It does not
matter to me if this love
lasts one day or a lifetime,
you will last in my heart
forever.

Sometimes just being
comfortable with someone is
really just enough

10:55 AM
16/9/21

She wore a sunflower dress
and showered him in love and light.
She wanted to warm him
as much as her dress
warmed her.

As far as dumb,
stupid, careless love, no one
did it quite like us

4:28 PM
13/1/21

There was a sunflower
that stood alone on a hill
in the darkest of days.
Still, it lit up the field
and inspired me to write these words.
How many days had it been there,
alone yet amazing?
So lucky I was to find this hidden treasure,
its seed now planted in this heart.

How can forgetting you
be an option when your love
remains in this heart,
infused onto this soul?

I miss you.
I wait for your
sunflowers to bloom so that
I may feel your warmth once again.
Do not blossom away from me
ever again,
I have dwelled in this darkness
for far too long and
it is your light that I
held onto after all
this time.

I feel as if
I am a refugee
in my own life
still in search of a
home I will
never know.

Letting go is hard-
letting go is necessary.
It can lead to freedom but
it does not come without pain-
a small price to pay
for this peace of mind.
I am free today because I let go
and I make no regrets.

Our eyes locked,
our hands linked,
our lips sealed and
I tasted her poison
yet I would do it all
over again.

If I were given the choice
over a thousand sunflowers
or an endless field of lavender,
I would choose your smile
every time.

For too many reasons,
this month feels like
a memory
already.

One day
you'll look back
and be glad things did
not work out.
Sometimes,
someone new takes you
by surprise and you wouldn't
have had it any
other way.

Why do you expect
everyone to like you when
you don't like
everyone?

I have learnt not to
talk too much in case
my glass lungs may shatter.
I am sick of plucking the
shards from inside myself
so I have learnt how to
whisper instead.

There is no place I can go
that you will not follow
and no thought
that you can escape.
There are no days
that I forget you
for each second is spent
longing for you.

You’re all I have left
it’s the worst kind of theft
to lose a portion of your soul

I search and I search
from Pluto to church
Without you I’ll never feel whole

Loneliness
isn't when others
aren't there for you,
it is when you are not
there for yourself.
If you cannot be
there for yourself
in a world of billions-
that is true
loneliness.

I'm not strong enough
to not give my love to those
who don't deserve it

10:14 AM
16/5/21

I step away from
this broken heart and
board the ship of hope
to sail across the sea
of tomorrow.

Of all that I know,
of all that I have seen,
you are the only thing that shines
and the one that gives me life.
Nothing is as pure as you
and as long as you exist,
there is still hope.

What a contradiction it is
to feel too much while
feeling nothing at all.

I try not to let my
shadows consume me
but some nights
are too dark for
my light.

Dear diary;
Sometimes,
my emotions don't
line up with my actions-
what's up
with that?
It makes me want to scream
into the void-
why am I like this?
Why am I so broken?

If I could turn back
time I would eliminate
the moment we met

4:51 PM
12/6/22

Dear Diary;
to be honest,
I don't mind being a little broken.
If it means that
these pieces of me
can make you whole then
that's alright with me.
I'm used to it
anyway.

Usually I say
that I am tired when I
usually mean sad

11:35 PM
20/3/22

Being social can be
quite overrated, can't it?
Friday nights should be for
going for strolls somewhere new,
driving around slowly whilst
listening to your favorite tunes,
reading books, writing poetry,
sighing at memories missed
and wondering if it will
ever be that good again.

Despite
the distance,
no one will ever
be closer to my heart
than you.

Who knew this city of music
would change our lives forever?
Two strangers, one night,
two hearts, one bottle.
Whether it has left us better off-
well, I'm still trying to figure that out
and I'm sure you are too.

Isn't it strange
how we forget most
of our dreams yet there
are some dreams that
we carry for the
rest of our lives?

We all change,
in fact,
we are always changing.

Who stays with someone
who shows you only a small
fragment of their soul?

4:07 PM
2/3/22

It is okay to leave,
but if and when you do,
don't forget to cherish the good
and abandon the bad.

I long for
these restless nights-
it's just me, the darkness
and the echoes of all
the other lonely
souls out there.

I was never good
at saying goodbye.
Sometimes, things are better left unsaid,
but overall, I think goodbyes are
preferable to the silence.
Goodbyes can hurt,
but they can also bring closure.
So, while goodbyes are not my strong suit,
they are often necessary
to avoid a lifetime of
uncertainty.

Won't you be my muse
at least for the night?
I promise to write you-
immortalize you onto the page.
Let your passion inspire me
until our next night,
and then the next.
Let this cycle of passion
never end.

How lonely is the
writer who sinks into the page
as they pour their mind into their words
only for no other soul to
witness their art?

We are all born
with sunflowers in our chests.
It is up to us to nurture them
and let them grow and guide us.
Let love's sunlight and
the rainfall of life
provide you with
all you need to keep
the flower firm.

I miss you
so much that
your smile has become the
sun in my sky and your voice-
the wind that gently flows
through each and every
one of my days.

I would rather
face the sun than
face the shadows and demons
buried deep inside.

There is a sunflower
in the centre of my heart
and it blossoms
in your love.