I look for peace
in so many people
and in so many places
where, deep down, I know
peace can never be found,
and yet the things we have a
glimmer of hope of finding it,
we run away from.
Such is the irony
of this turbulent life.

It isn't always the light
at the end of the tunnel
or a brand new
sunrise
you see at first.
No, the first light
usually comes
in the form
of a person
during dark times.

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

Be your own
flame in the darkness.
Celebrate the light
in your own life.

Our time was brief-
so brief that you left
without really arriving.
I did not even have the time
to say goodbye to you.
Our time flashed before my eyes,
and just like that,
we were strangers
again.

You are art
the way you are
constructed with all
of my favorite things
inside of a
flawless frame.

I do not
love you because
you are flawless,
I love you regardless
of your flaws.

Viking cats live
in such magnificent ways,
and he was no different-
Valhalla awaits him.

My heart remains
stuck in the same place-
immovable,
unbreakable,
but my love moves
and flows
through time.

I wonder if the lavender
yearn for her scent
whenever she's not present.

I wonder if the sunflowers
crave her little light
like the sun every night.

I wonder if the roses
envy her beauty
that captivated me.

You long for a
flower you haven't smelt
but reminds you
of home.

Love is like a flower
It can be so delicate
And when you are seduced    
with its beauty and delicacy
You will want to pluck it.
But plucking, in essence,
Kills the flower
Love is different.
Love is leaving it be;
Letting it flourish
and growing with the flower.
Love is watering the flower
when it needs it.
Love is letting the flower
Live among its kind
if it desires it.
Love is appreciating,
Love is beautiful
but when one tries to control
or mold someone into an idea,
this is when love dies

Perhaps I needed
a friend like me-
to save me from myself.
But all I got instead
was a foe like me-
to **** me to myself.

I want to hold your hand
through foreign streets
and kiss you under
foreign skies.
Baby, we're just two foreigners
lost in foreign lands and
lost in each other's eyes.

Her heart is a country
foreign to me.
I am just a traveler
admiring its beauty
in all its culture and
history.

If I had to choose,
I would say I miss
your accent the most.
Your foreign words
took me to a foreign place,
a place away from this life,
a place I called my home.

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.

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

When you think of forever,
do you fear what lies ahead or
do you relish the endless possibilities?

Forgiveness
was never my forte.
I never try to forget,
nor would I want to.
Is this why it is
so hard for me
to forgive?

There was never any love,
no harm in letting go.
The pain came from grasping the thorns
attached to the beautiful ones.
There’s no regret planted here,
only trambled hopes and withered dreams.
No bad memories can bloom
in a garden that rejects salting,
but for the slower, grey days,
find a mirror and love the image
until the tears stop.

My heart
may not be broken
anymore,
but it is fortified.
You taught me lessons
the hard way and
I am eternally
grateful and
ungracious.

To break old habits
is the seed of change,
but to sprout, it requires the
fortitude of the sun.

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 live, you breathe,
you laugh and don't even know
that you are all my
love, hope and inspiration
all at once.
Do you even remember this face
and what it was
to be as one?
Every heartbeat still beats for you,
for you are my blood,
my soul and my own.

I want to be in many places
and many times
all at once.
But I am here,
inside me,
inside this reality,
inside this fragment of history
that we cannot escape.

I hope the fragments of me
left behind in your heart will
continue to make you smile
while I am gone.

Fragments of you
still linger in me-
tiny pieces still embedded
in my heart, my soul
and my memories.

Time and distance may have frayed
what we had, and what we could have had.
Yet I am still missing you and
missing what could've been and
missing what will never be.
And even though you are far away now,
just know that you are in my thoughts,
that you are in my heart,
that you are wanted by my side.

my baby girl
is like fresh laundry
straight out of the dryer-
so soft, so warm
so similar to home.

If you know me by my writing,
be prepared to know me by my silence,
for the demons from within and beyond
have choked the voice out of me.
I don't want to speak anymore,
I only watch and
I write.

Perhaps time did not stop,
but life,
as I know it,
did.
Whenever I look back,
I'm still there,
amidst the chaos
and frozen
in time.

Oh,
to feel your warm
and tender hands
upon my chest
to melt away this
frozen heart.

There's nothing sadder
than facing the future without
the one you planned it with.

You have made a galaxy
within me the way you paint
stars upon this soul.
I explore this galaxy of us,
forever in awe of the
wonders and mysteries
you left within my heart.

I want to gather all of our love
and plant it into our Earth.
I want to watch what grows
and nurture it with my life.
Only the sweetest flowers will bloom-
they will grow so high that even
the skies will sing their praise.
Let us never stop expanding
this vast garden of love.

I adore you so much
that the joy you bring
makes a sun in my chest.
These tears of joy you bring
are as sweet as honey and
together with this sun,
they nurture the
garden of my soul.

Look in the mirror.
If you still see something there,
then nothing else matters.
Other’s blindness to your worth
is a “them” problem,
not a “you” problem.

I am just a ghost
walking with the wind
and it cuts through me
like a never-ending blizzard.
All I can do now is
gather memories
of warmer times,
of warmer eyes
of names that have long since escaped me.
When will these winter winds
whisk me away?
I don't want to feel again.

I do not get to hold you
But in my dreams that is not true
nor can I feel your tender kiss
but the thought alone brings me bliss

I do not get to dry your tears
but one day I’ll chase away your fears  
Nor can I see your glowing smile
The one that can warm any reptile

I do not get to hold your hand
But I can sing about you in a band
Nor can I wake up next to you
But give it time, we’ll make it true

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

I lost count
of how many times
you said "forever".
How many promises
of forever have I heard?
I think I have lost count.
Promises break faster than a
glass heart and I'm tired of
picking up the pieces.

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.

It stormed yesterday.
Today the sky is clear
and now they're yours
to conquer.
So remember, whenever struggle
and pain are present,
it will always pass-
the oceans are yours to surpass.
So fill your heart,
Purge your mind,
Spread your wings,
Go ahead and fly, kid,
The world is yours.

There is nothing I can say
to make you want to stay.
Nor will staring at our photographs
or replaying our shared laughs.
Nor will reading your horoscopes
or your old envelopes.
All I can do is to move on
and hope that you are gone.

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.

Not all goodbyes
are considered a loss.
Rather than see it as a separation,
See it as an opportunity
to start anew.

We would do anything
to avoid the goodbye.
These last few days I
am left wondering
"will I ever see you again?"
and I wonder if you ask it too.
Indeed, each day brings us closer
to not having one another
and it's eating me up inside.
What will these arms caress,
what will these lips taste
once you are gone?
Must we resort to memories
to keep ourselves alive?

Is this farewell? Maybe…
But aren't our lives filled with goodbyes?
From our pets to our childhood friends,
how many people in your youth
who you once held dear
do you still talk to this day?
Whether it be time, location or our feelings,
life is always changing and we
are always saying goodbye.

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.