Love does not simply
vanish just because someone
decides to leave us

9:13 PM
3/10/21

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.

Is 'hollow' an emotion?
It is thought of as feeling nothing,
but isn't that enough to warrant an emotion?
Maybe we need a better word for
what this feeling of hollowness really is-
is it not something we can feel
deep within our gut?
Is there such thing as an
emotionless state of being or
is the only way to achieve that
in death?

Dear diary;
it has taken me
far too long to realize that
my biggest obstacle in life
is me, always has been,
and that hurts more than anyone ever could.
Wherever I go, whatever I do,
my shadow will follow me around-
a subtle reminder of my
mistakes, regrets and reminders
of who I used to be.
Yes, I now realize that no one
is as guilty as me when
it comes to me.

I miss the way your
eyes somehow smiled more than
your mouth ever did

3:07 PM
28/6/21

It hurts me so much
to see what I see,
what hurts me more is
that no one else sees it.

I was born up there,
between the stars and the strange,
between the silence and space.
I was born up there,
alone and afraid and
far from anything we call human.
I was born up there,
as an alien, an outsider, a foreigner,
a small gift sent from the cosmos.
I was born up there,
thrown down to Earth
with nothing but by innocence
to guide me through this
rock I call my home.

The only thing we
should depend on is ourselves.
Everyone else is just an illusion-
do not fall for it.
So live life your way-
there is no other way.

You are a sunflower  
sprouting from this heart.
I am filled with your joy and
your warmth never leaves me.
The sun shines down on us
and you and I bloom
for eternity.

This poem
is a love letter
that's been sealed with hope
and sent with the wish
that all my little words
find their way
to you.

My heart ran away
with all the love I could give-
it's out there, somewhere

7:27 PM
4/5/21

Dear diary;
I still catch myself
from time to time
staring up at the moon and wishing
we could still admire its
beauty and splendor
together.

I thought I
was tired but
it turns out I just
wanted to dream
about you
again.

Reflections under a pale moon
her hair shimmers like neptune.
We look up at the stars with awed eyes
and watch the cosmos as time flies.
Her blue hair as blue as her heart,
yet she is still my favorite work of art.
Yes, it's true, her heart is torn,
but like the stars above, we are reborn.
So let us look to the cosmos-
to the heavens we are so close.
Magnificent are the angels up there
as is the girl with blue hair.

History doesn't
repeat but it does reflect
every so often

9:47 PM
16/5/21

Another endless winter
without you-
just the memories that
kept us warm
so very long
ago.

Watch the night sky
in all of its grandeur and mystery
and you will soon realize that
your beauty is far beyond
anything the cosmos
have to offer.

Do you miss me
like I miss you?
I do not know if you do,
or if you still think about me
like I think about you.
I do miss you,
who I thought you were
and how you made me feel.
Those things are gone now,
just a memory I will
continue to miss.

It is time to accept
that you are not coming back.
It is for the best-
I would not accept you.
What betrays me once
will surely betray me twice
and as many times
as it needs to.

I find myself peeking through
a window I had closed long ago.
All that remains is shadow and silence
of a life long left behind.
That place builds up dust now,
an empty room that I
once called home.

I would erase all the poetry
I had ever written for you if
it would free me from
your grasp.

My favorite song
is the one you strum
upon my heartstrings-
the one that puts my
demons to sleep
and my heart
to nirvana.

Sometimes we just need a hug
for no reason at all.
Sometimes its best to
bury yourself in someone
and in that space, find yourself.
Sometimes we just need the warmth
of skin against skin and
in that warmth, find joy.

Sometimes I forget
That I'm alone and that these
thoughts are all I have

10:04 PM
29/9/22

You are the
field of sunflowers
that I wish to
bloom in.

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

It's only natural
to miss the one who healed your
heart, your mind and soul

11:46 PM
15/5/22

If you ask me how
I can say I love you,
I'll tell you you’re the breath
I need to say it
over and
over again.

You planted
a sunflower
and it bloomed your future.

The mask can't slip if
I just yank it off your face
you ******* tyrant

1:17 AM
6/2/21

Your heart
has been shattered,
but fear not,
let time run its course
and before you know it,
you will find the strength
to pick up the pieces
and find that they reflect
more light than they used to.

My heart is a
sanctuary of silence,
a place where few have ever glimpsed.
The demons may try to penetrate its walls
but this heart has always proved stronger
than what I gave it credit for.

How can we
love someone who
will never reciprocate,
or more so,
love someone who
is not good for us?
The human heart is
a funny thing,
isn't it?

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

We write to cleanse-
to rid these feelings from our system
whether it be the butterflies in our bellies
or the demons that lurk our minds.
There is no lying to the page-
this pen knows us better
than we know ourselves.
It takes an honest soul to
bleed onto the page,
each word a heartbeat
and a trail that follows us
through this life.

I don't need to ask
if you still think about me-
I know you do.
I refuse to believe that our memories
held no weight on your soul
nor our love upon your heart.
I don't think I'd believe you
if you told me otherwise.
We can't run nor hide from these feelings
so let's stop wasting our time.
You've got to still feel something,
just as I have after all this time,
I'm sure you still feel it.
I am there,
and you are here,
two hearts that used to be one-
that can never be undone.

Though this heart
still remembers our love,
your heart
has forgotten my name.

The world watches.
They hold their breaths
as the ballots are cast-
a responsibility and gift
not to be taken
for granted.

You got used to the
shadows and solitude
where you always felt
most at home.

People come,
and people go-
it's one of the surest things
in life.
So why is it so hard for me
to accept that?

It's been a while
since I felt this good but how
long will it last for?

4:22 PM
25/8/20

This photograph,
this knowledge of you,
will stay with me forever.
A snapshot in time
of who you once were
and who I once loved
forever cherished in this heart.
And though you may change,
sometimes into someone
I no longer recognize,
this memory will remain
as you were when I loved you
in this photograph.

There you are,
never far,
never have been.
You are a part of me
and always will be
since the day you were born
until the day that I die.

What I wouldn't give
to get lost in your tangled
hair just one more time

10:52 PM
7/3/21

Deep down,
I think I know that
I am better off alone.
Maybe I’m just saying this
as a coping mechanism
or maybe if I keep repeating it
enough times,
I might actually
believe it.

Hiding who you
really are from friends,
family or society is not self-care,
it’s self-sabotage.

nothing and no one
interests me anymore-
they are all the same

5:04 PM
27/6/21

We should not fear
falling in love,
for it is not love that is the problem.
We are in love with everything from
our friends to our family,
from sunsets to sunflowers.
It's falling so hopelessly in love
with someone where there's a chance
that love will end so fast,
not knowing when or why,
that you wonder what the point of
falling in love was
in the first place.

"You don't seem quite yourself."
you used to say to me.
You never really did understand
that there is more than one
who inhabit this body
and that you only
loved one of them.

It’s funny that for
the most part, we forget that
we are so alone.

11:12 PM
25/2/20