I didn't want to find love-
but then I found you,
and found a love so real.
but then I lost you-
That is why I didn't want
to find love.

We embrace the darkness
with arms wide open because
we've nothing else to hold.

a deep long lust
followed by a deep long kiss
followed by a deep long sigh

Let our tongues
be our swords and
our words as arrows.
Let us duel,
blood for blood
and nothing less.

She led me
to her distant world,
a strange yet ethereal land.
I had never gazed upon
such beauty
all around me.
Was it heaven?
No, it was all her.

Set the past on fire,
but don't forget to
admire every flame.

I used to
chase the sun.
I feared the sunset
and the darkness
that would prevail.
I didn't think the horizon
could be more beautiful
until I found my moon
that is you.

What happens after death?
Someone sheds a tear for you,
smiles for you,
and the memories live on,
as you live on,
alive in another.

I'll walk the streets
some nights
not knowing what I'm looking for.
Just longing and searching
until I find my peace.

Even before
the beginning,
I knew that I would love you
long after
the end.

In all honesty,
I didn't like how it ended.
I tried convincing myself
that is was okay,
but it was never okay,
and it never will be.
But that doesn't mean
I wish it never happened.
I'm glad it did-
I needed it to,
and as much as I
wish to rewrite the ending,
I know I wouldn't be the person
I am today if it had
happened differently.

Your hair flows like wine
Down your body
Sweeter than grapes
And once again
I'm drunk on
The memories
Of you

Sitting in the bar
in that town
you used to live in-
wishing you were sitting at that stool
of where we first met.
I would pull up a seat
let the sparks ignite
and do it all over
again.

The sunflowers
whisper your name
as they spell it in the fields.
They gently sway
as the scent is carried in the wind
and I am once again reminded
of your love.

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

They sprinkled
the streets in
holy water
and locked the city down
as if it were world war II.
Maybe there is hope
for the city of light
in this world of darkness.
So send your priests,
and send your angels,
and maybe,
just maybe,
we will be alright.

You've learnt an art
from within your heart
so when you break mine apart
the pieces fall into
an aesthetic craft.

Sometimes,
the knives in our backs
are the only things
keeping us upright;
Who'd have thought
betrayal could be our
greatest asset?
How ironic.

You broke the heart
you swore to protect.
Such irony ends with a laugh
as hollow as this hole
in my chest.

Agra-
city of love-
but without you,
it’s like separating
the Taj Mahal
from this
lovely
land

We have nothing
in common?
We had a history
in common,
a history when we thought
we had everything
in common.

I have
a hundred things
I wish to say to you
and
a hundred reasons
why I should not
say them.

I miss you
like a dolphin
misses that breath
of fresh air to sustain itself
in the unforgiving depths
of the ocean,
and tonight,
my bed lies at the
bottom of the ocean.

I don’t know how
I ended up on this planet.
Maybe I crash landed;
It’s possible.
I’ve tried to adapt,
but it ain’t easy,
believe me.
Sometimes I feel human
but like rainbows,
those moments never last.
I still have a lot to learn
and a lot to regret
but overall,
I think I’m doing okay.
Maybe I’m not so alien
after all.

All I want for Christmas is you,
bent over the kitchen table...
with a knife in your back,
you ******* tyrant.

All I want
for Christmas
is for my bed not to be
as cold as it has been
this year.

I still think of you.
My heart still aches for you
as it waits to be with you again.
Until then, I must keep you in my thoughts
and in my heart with all my love.

The mere act of thinking about you
takes me to the cosmos and beyond,
that is why I love to write you,
all of you, my inspiration and
absolute devotion.

Why are there so
many broken hearts?
What sort of world are we
living in where so many of us
feel unloveable and so
utterly alone?
I keep having to remind myself
that I am not the only one,
that there are other
broken hearts
in this valley
we call
life.

Sometimes I want to scream it,
Sometimes I want to take all this love
and give it wings, send it
across the sea so that it
can hug you, kiss you,
and keep you warm
while I am gone.

I like
being alone
but not
feeling alone-
is there a word for that?

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

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

I am broken,
Je suis cassé,
Estoy roto,
Ich bin kaputt,
Sono a pezzi,
and there is not a word
nor a language that
can describe this
long, lost feeling.

I forgot how
we found each other-
all I know is that since then,
I've been feeling a lot less lost
and a lot less empty.

Whiskey-soaked words
written in ink as dark as
the days of this year-
Another love letter
to another year.

I will always
look for you with my eyes
just as I will always
long for you with my heart.

This life
is everchanging
but I will be here,
always.

Night has come,
and with it, the shadows
and the sorrowful moon.
I lie in bed and it's a little too silent.
I close my eyes, waiting for sleep,
but it always never comes.
You come to me in darkness
and I am reminded of a warmer time
so very far from where I ended up.
You are not here and neither am I,
at least the I that you remind me of
so very long ago, so very far from alone,
or maybe I always have been.

Amber and blue
intertwine and recombine,
resulting in a grisly clash
of colours and chaos.
Every year it's the same old battle:
the bitter blues of winter,
the alluring ambers of spring,
each a spectrum
not to be reckoned with.
But as the final days of winter conclude,
amber waits upon the other side.
I'm running the final stretch now-
yes, I do believe such beauty
is now within my grasp.
Amber and blue,
the battle draws to a close
and I do believe
that amber
will prevail.

She gives trust
and receives betrayal.
She builds walls around her heart
to shut out the all the invaders.
It's been smashed into a million pieces
a million times before.
She gathers the remnants
only to salvage her fragile heart.

You are a miracle!
Do you know how wonderful you are?
I celebrate it every day.
So always be yourself-
the miracle that you are.
Bless every second,
every heart, every day
with the miracle
that is you!

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

Do I think
you're a bad person?
No, I think
you were a vulnerable person
thrown into an arduous situation.
Only few can handle
that sort of pressure.

Some days are harder than others.
This separation cuts deep and all I can do
is hope that I will see you soon.
Come back into my arms,
anchor this heart so that I
will not fade from yours.

I don't know
what happened to Andri.
She was too good for this world-
few are.
I hope she is doing well,
wherever life took her
and I hope that she found the
anarcho-communist commune
she had always
desired.

My heart is wearing out
after feeling everything
so passionately, so intensely
and now I think I need a new heart.

Is it true?
Does my name
Drift in the wind?
Over the mountains
And across the sea?
Does it fade 
From your mind?
Like a visitor who
Has overstayed
Their time? 
Do the memories
Recede to the back
Of your mind?
Like the sun leaving 
the day behind?

This year,
we found angels
and demons,
heroes and cons,
standing upon and
deep beneath
this world.

You are an angel
straight from the city of light.
I am a sinner
but when I'm with you,
I strive to be
a saint.