I am still enduring the pain
from loving you.
I loved you so much that
my soul was set aflame.
and I had to burn a thousand times
to be born again, and to forget you.
And just like the phoenix,
here I am, I am reborn.
Now I ache for all that love
I did not know how to
restrain with you.

And now we say goodbye
to what we thought would never end.
I can't believe it,
it's really over
and what do we have to show for it?
ashes and anguish.
All we can do now is
rise up like a phoenix
and learn from
our mistakes.

I made a home in
our old photographs
just so I could feel you
near
again

You are
the kind of art
that would lure Picasso
and be unable to turn away.
You are the masterpiece
that no one could
understand.

I don't believe
a broken heart truly mends-
some pieces are lost
forever.

They say time heals all,
but I don't think that's true.
Broken hearts never completely mend,
they just learn to adapt
once the pieces
get lost
forever.

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.

I left a piece of me
with you.
Can you still feel me
like I feel
you?

If your pillow had a voice,
what stories could it tell?
Would it tell the tale
of love and loneliness,
of laughter and lust,
of heartbreak and happiness,
or sadness and solitude?

It is too easy to decorate
yourself with plastic flowers when
the gardens of your heart
has withered.

The heart-strings that you pull
The plastic love inside of you
How long can you make it last?
She can’t see through your mask
Your instincts got the best of you
Why couldn’t you just let her be?
Before you know it there’s no turning back
And once it all starts to fade to black
You wonder what you've gotten yourself into
Watching as your plan is falling through
How will you get yourself out of this one?
It’s too late now, it's all been said and done

It's just your voice,
your heartbeat,
your laugh
on repeat.

When trauma
punches holes in your heart,
we find ourselves seeking reassurance
and validity to plug those holes
so that love cannot
leak so easily.

The poison
between us was
the poison
in our veins.

Our eyes locked,
our hands linked,
our lips sealed and
I tasted her poison
yet I would do it all
over again.

there are some nights
when life tosses you a name
back into your brain
without caution
and we spiral back
into the memories we thought
had left behind a long time ago.
Sometimes our souls take a fall
over life, an endless cliff,
so let the future help
take you higher than before
so that when a toxic name
crawls back into your veins,
you can fight the poison
that wants to reach your heart
oh so badly.

Our love is
like a polaroid-
it developed slowly and
even shaken along the way.
But no matter what our
perfect picture has endured,
it will always be worth framing
as long as you are
center frame.

My heart
is a field of sunflowers-
she leaves no petal
unpollinated.

Sometimes I
think about all the
places I could have gone
but never did,
wondering what versions
of me I would have met
in all of these countless
possibilities.

Let my pour my soul
onto the page until
it overflows
and drowns me
in passion and pain.

It was upon the
Romanian Mountains
where I watched you fall
out of love.
Who knew that
such sorrow could occur
up in the clouds?

You are still present
in every soul I witness,
every smile that shines
and every heart that loves.

Have you come
to put me out of my misery
or are you going to keep pretending
to love me?

As you walk alone,
make sure to grow
lovely little things along the way.
Grow your pretty pathway,
your graceful garden,
and maybe one day
you will get to share it
with someone just as lovely.

Do not be afraid
to raise the price
of what it costs
to access
you.

Baby,
I'm a broken man.
I'm nothing but damaged goods
but I promise to give you
all of the love that I
couldn't promise
to myself.

I'm still waiting
for all the promises
we made under the moon
to return in
the stars.

All those promises
we made by the sea
would soon become
my favorite
waves.

Propaganda
does not work because
people are dumb,
it works because people
want to believe.

Trapped
in between
this Heaven and Hell.
I'm in purgatory,
I fell and I fell-
so very far from glory.

That time between
Christmas and New Year
has always felt like purgatory
and we are just ghosts with
nowhere to go but haunt the time
until the new year is here.

Stop wearing
my favorite colour
It makes you that much
more beautiful.

You can sit around
and hope that time
solves the puzzle,
or you can put
yourself back together.

It was in the
heart of winter where
I found, within me,
a radiant sun.

You were a sunflower
inside of my heart-
such a warm radiance
I could always use
in times of darkness.

Just like
fractured hearts,
light must be fractured
to make a
rainbow.

I wanted to take care of you
as if you were the last sunflower on Earth
but winter ravaged this garden.
Despite my best efforts,
I watched your petals wither
before my helpless eyes.
It is true that I did not know
how to take care of you,
but I’ll be ****** if
I had not given you my all.

You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end

do you ever get the feeling that
The closer you connect with someone,
the further away you feel?
do you ever get the feeling that
when you think of someone so much,
that every thought seems real?

I will always find
reasons to love you
and that will be
the death of me

If every person
comes into my life
for a reason then
Does every person
leave my life
for a reason?

Before I met you
I thought that
poetry was just
a collection of words,
that music was just
a collection of sounds,
that art was just
a collection of
shapes, colours and stokes
that life was just
a series of
years, breaths and steps
Indeed, I see things differently now
Through you, I am reborn

We all have different
ways of healing.
For me, I need solitude,
so much solitude and silence.
To just be with myself and
my thoughts is how I
recharge that battery that
never had much spark
to begin with.

You redact moments
you wish to ignore but
my memory remains the same.
Indeed, we are living records
of time and trauma and
they do not stay dead
for very long.

Perhaps the red flags
only become visible
after the end.
But what if there was no end?
What if you look back on
the would-be red flags as
simply milestones that
show how much your partner
has matured and grown?

It always hurts that extra bit
when you don't see it coming.
You begin to punish yourself
and say how you should have
seen this coming.
How many red flags
did you overlook this time?

I still taste the gin
from her lips
and this heart
isn't slowing down.
How can I sleep when
her voice still echoes in my ear?
But when I do,
I hope I dream of her.
Tonight was not long enough.

The skies burn red
and I remember
everything you said.
A warm breeze, a warm memory,
running through my head.

I am
just a reflection
of yourself.

I feel as if
I am a refugee
in my own life
still in search of a
home I will
never know.