You are Virgo,
and I am a Gemini.
I want you to know
that I want you and I.

I’m alone
with my own thoughts
for far too long for anything
to be a surprise.

Hand in hand,
standing at the gates of Hell.
Nothing else exists,
but for the flames
of Turkmenistan
burning as bright
as the love
between
us two.

You are a haiku
written in the pages of
my poetic heart

2:07 AM
15/8/21

This poem
is for you
because I simply
don't know any other way
to keep you close at bay-
to stop you from fading away.

she kissed the moon and
made the sun jealous, for her
light outshined the stars

2:04 AM
11/8/19

You are
sweet and spice
and everything nice.

You are
close yet far
like my favorite star.

You are
sun and moon
and I will see you soon.

The stars still tell me
stories about you and I'm
so glad I listened

3:57 PM
2/11/20

I am drowning
in this ocean we call life.
It's a bottomless abyss of
weight and worry.
I can't resurface,
it never ends and
I suffocate.

From heart to paper,
thoughts have a way of getting
lost in translation

13/8/21
12:49 AM

Maybe missing you
isn't such a bad thing.
Missing you reminds me
of all the good times
we shared and
to a time where
we were
real.

You pointed
to the stars and
I gave you the sky.
You pointed
to the moon and
I took you to the moon.

I'm sorry I
didn't tell you
that I was back in town.
I was scared, I was anxious
of this time and space between us-
an aching silence echoed across the seas.
You know that all you have to do
is call out my name
and I'll be back
in a heartbeat.

Even Tokyo
could never come between us
after all this time

11:39 PM
19/6/19

Today, I’m tired.
Work was dreadful.
Now I am home, it's almost comforting.
Yet, my body is in pain.
Other days, I feel awake.
Alert.
Even beautiful.
But today, I’m tired.

I never really cared
to dance in the twilight-
at least, not until I found someone
who hated the sun as much as I.
I still don’t care much to dance
but I at least have someone to sit with-
to feed off the moon
and the shadows-
having the time of
our lives.

The good news is that one day
I won't remember the
exact words that
broke my heart.
The bad news is that
I also won’t remember
how your eyes glistened
underneath the stars.

Our first drink of *** was sweet.
It coated our tongues
with spice and the back
of our throats with a burn.
For a moment
I was scared,
because oh,
how easily one can get hooked.

Imagine us
the size of ants
dancing among the
flowers and the grass,
the bugs and
the bees.

Has it been too long
since the last time you truly
felt you were wanted?

8:28 PM
24/2/21

It's MLK day,
do not let it go to waste
as we remember

12:17 PM
18/1/21

Write down all the things
they will miss about you and
hang it on your wall

11:39 AM
24/12/20

My heart spilled open
hoping the news wasn't true-
too little, too late.

9:31 PM
14/12/19

Roses are red?
Violets are blue?
April sees the end for spring
and I am dead to you.

No one ever told
me that I was the villain
of my own story

7:42 AM
18/9/20

Alone in a dream,
Alone wide awake
It’s in my bloodstream
It’s more than I can take
I fell asleep with a memory
It’s always the same mistake
when dreams are only temporary
It’s more than I can take

Here comes New Year's Eve
and all of the loneliness
it has always brought

2:24 AM
13/12/20

I have not forgotten your name
nor what you did to my heart
the way it skipped a beat
from the way you light up
any room like a piece of art

Your silence
did not imply that you
had nothing left to say-
no, quite the opposite.
I heard everything crystal clear
from the silence that followed-
a silence so deafening,
I wasn't loud enough
to respond.

It's hard to let go
of the people and places
that once felt like home

5:45 PM
1/12/19

Poets born and die
with every stroke of the pen-
so live fast, write young

12:13 AM
18/6/19

You can’t be replaced,
it’s an impossible feat
so carry on, stranger.
It took me too long to realize
that we aren’t toys, tools,
or parts of some machine;
we exist for ourselves.
what did you come here for,
comfort or a poem?

Each year is
a roller-coaster
of disappointment-
why would this year
be any
different?

For some reason,
this is the one day of the year
where we place an immense amount
of pressure on ourselves
to have fun, to be social.
On Valentine’s Day,
you’re either with your partner
or you’re not.
On Christmas, you’re with family.
On your birthday, anything goes.
But on New Years,
you’re either out
having a blast or
you’re all
alone.

I am still depressed,
I just don't think about it
as much anymore

11:01 PM
30/1/22

Our love
was magnetic-
two hearts that
were doomed
to repel.

You can’t keep me out
You thought you had a choice
You thought you had a thought of your own
I’ll destroy you and waste all your time
I’ll make you think I’m all there is to life
I use you up as you go down the line
I am lust

Dear diary;
I ate a whole
wheel of cheese
for dinner tonight.
Regret nothing about this-
at least, not yet.

All these drinks bring back
memories of all that I
would like to forget

9:59 PM
14/11/19

I went to tag her
in a meme but she is now
gone without a trace

5:49 PM
6/7/19

You only miss me
when you want to miss me and
it's taking its toll

9:15 PM
5/6/19

Oh how nice it would be
To drift in and out of existence
I know that I’d truly be free
To do this at will, such brilliance
I would say goodbye to these hollow days
And goodbye to every soul around me
I would close my eyes as I drift into a haze
To have a choice, I know I’d feel truly free

How am I meant to
dive into your heart when the
water is shallow?

10:38 PM
1/9/20

I want the atmosphere
to be filled
by your grace
always-
but not always
am I able
to see you.

it's all about who
you eat pizza with at
two in the morning

10:49 PM
2/7/19

In your eyes
A fascinating insight
A window
For a soul of glass
A fragile heart
A delicate mind
Torn apart
One too many times

There is nothing
on this planet more beautiful
than seeing a daughter's smile
in her mother's eyes
even when heartache is an
ingredient for something so heavenly.
The sun and moon could learn so much
from this baby girl’s warmth and glow.

Patience is one of
the softest forms of love that
someone can practice

10:22 AM
26/6/22

I wasn’t sure if it was
the pounding of my heart,
the gentle autumn touch,
or your smile I call art
but it happened all too fast
Under the radiant moon
it happened like a dream
a dream too good to be true

Every time I see our pictures
Only one thought runs through my mind
and I have nothing left to say.
It’s not that I have no words for you,
It’s that they always slip away.
Every greeting, every compliment
weights down my heart
as I remember you’re no longer mine.
All I can do now is hope that,
every once in a while,
you see those pictures
and I cross your mind once again
that you feel me in your veins
and maybe cause your heart
to skip a beat;
maybe I can make you smile
one last time.