What hurts more:
Hearing the truth or
ignoring it?

It may not seem like it,
but no one,
not one person,
has their life 100% together.
Everyone has their struggles
and everyone shows it in different ways.

I’m afraid of living in a
dreary world without you
So I went out into the fields
And picked
ten thousand sunflowers.
As they brightened my room
I was reminded
of the way your eyes
would brighten up my life

Love is not 50/50,
that is just a half-assed attempt
at an emotion that takes it all
and expecting to make it.
Love is 100/100,
so you’re giving all you’ve got
to someone who gives you their all.
It may not work out,
but it isn’t because you didn’t try.
Now it has come to an end,
you kiss goodbye,
and wave each other off
into the fading sunset
and not feel an ounce
of regret.

If I could
rearrange the Earth,
all of the flowers would
spell your name.

This feeling returns
Like running in circles
It's getting old
It leaves me at the
bottom of the bottle
lonely and cold

There’s a weight on my heart
And it’s ripping me apart
There’s a pressure in my chest
Again, it puts me to the test

And
in silence,
I take my leave.

Somewhere tonight
there’s a girl writing a song
between working two jobs,
ignoring the voices that
tell her to give up.
I hope she never does.
I hope her future
is a bright one.

I was reading over your poetry,
again.
Like somehow, if I repeat it
enough times
you would come back
and I would find myself
in your words
again.

I don't know
how to leave behind
all of these lingering feelings
that still dwell
from within.

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

Sometimes
things don't work out
the way you hoped they would.
It's as simple
as that.

Some nights I don’t want to be here anymore,
yet here I am still dragging myself through
another day of “it could be worse”
alongside my demons
and broken promises.

2019 began
in a shimmer of hope, of peace,
a little light at the end of the tunnel
that was this decade.
And now it is time to
bid farewell,
to not only 2019,
but welcome in another year
and decade with open hearts.
Even if life didn't go according to plan,
I do hang on to the hope of a future
so very far from my past.

It was
a bad year for all,
but 2020 is
merely an illusion.
The arrow of time will
forever stretch in the direction
of chaos and
misery.

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

Another year
is here,
another promise
of change.
But my only wish
is for our love
to stay
the same.

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

Another year,
another roller-coaster
around the sun
and all its highs and lows.
Some of us were left nauseous
while others chased the thrill,
daring to ride another year.

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.

It’s terrifying
when you get hit
with a revelation at 2am
that you can’t picture yourself
five or ten years into the future
sharing a cosy suburban apartment
with the love of your life,
with a family to call your own.

Does anyone catch themselves
in between two realities?
Do you wake up in a cold sweat
from a dream your mind still believes
is real?
Obsessing over every little detail
until your mind collapses from exhaustion.
This isn't a poem,
this is a question-
or is it?
I can't decide.

Why am I so preoccupied
with distracting myself
from me?

All of her words
were as empty as her
bottle of gin.
All he could do
was love her.

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

The simplicity
of a short but blunt
and simple poem
can temporarily
cast out the
demons that
roam inside
my head

What was scary as the monsters
Was living in my head
all along.

The way you smiled at me
almost had me believe
that I mattered
again

Awake and thinking about you
and all things we didn't say.
On nights like this I find myself
wishing you were still in my reach
We both still live in the same big city
but it’s not the place we knew.

Another year,
another piece of me
that is getting
left behind.

I don’t know
when or where,
but I know I’ll
meet you there

The clock strikes
Three Thirty-Three
and I am alone with these thoughts,
once again.
This could go
either way.

How many nights
have you laid awake
wondering if life
will ever change?

Oh, how big you have grown,
how smart you are getting and
how creative you have become!
I could not be more proud and
these are just few of the reasons
I miss you more
with each passing day!

Up until 4 am,
for no reason at all-
time just ran away,
And I wish you could
have stayed for
one more night.

calling it heartache
was a gentle way
of putting it.

You are the poem
I will never stop trying
to write.

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

My life is a mess
but so are
you.

I've been dancing
with the ghost
of you
I've been dreaming
of the past,
it's true
Now I'm thinking
of the present,
today
But you wished it
to hell and all
away

Your heart isn’t true;
not anymore.
And now this feeling of blue
leaves me unsure
because I can’t believe you;
can’t see you the same no more.

It is as rare as it is wonderful
to find someone with a beautiful mind,
and better yet, a beautiful heart.
But it is also as tragic as it is wonderful
to discover that who you thought had both,
had neither all along.

As the stars come out each night,
as do my thoughts of you
the way they set my skies ablaze
in your beauty and every
memory we shared.

As long as your love
is absent from your heart,
nothing can save
nor help you.

There was once a bird
trapped inside a cage
of the darkest blues.
He forgot how to fly-
he forgot how to sing.
He cannot remember why
he got here with this wing.

spring has sprung
and i’m left in
the snowy mountains
to face the damage done.

I ache for skies I have not seen,
and for people I have not met.
But most of all,
I ache for 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 easy it is to weep
at the memory of you.
I could never forget you
wherever you are in this world.
I have never felt this abandoned since you left,
it's like a piece of my heart went across the sea
never to return to this chest.