Another room,
another company,
they all feel the same after a while.
I prefer solitude,
to keep to myself and
listen to these people
rather than speak.
But in truth, I feel even more alone
when I am with them rather
than my solitude.
These walls were built to
shield me from these people
and I intend to keep
the door closed.

All at once,
it hits me that it’s been you
this whole time.
Like wine in a heart-shaped glass,
this love fills my heart
filling all the holes
others left behind.

Who left you
so broken that your
eyes now cut deeper than
the sharpest knife?
We are left with such hatred
weighed upon our hearts
and all we can do
is laugh.

We can’t try
to make sense of
the **** the universe or
what other people
throw our way.
Just know that whatever
they throw your way,
it says more about them
than it does
about you.

The singularity of your kiss
erupted in a thousand galaxies-
a universe where you
are everything.

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

January
smelt of sorrow-
it usually does.
For what, I do not know,
but every year I hope to
figure it out and make sure
to avoid it in twelve months.
Oh well,
better luck next year.

She slithers in
underneath my door
in the dead of night.
I let my guard down
and she slides up my bed,
underneath the covers
and curls around my spine.
She whispers sweet terrors
and I find myself awake
and fighting this anxiety
that has me in her grip.

Being social can be
quite overrated, can't it?
Friday nights should be for
going for strolls somewhere new,
driving around slowly whilst
listening to your favorite tunes,
reading books, writing poetry,
sighing at memories missed
and wondering if it will
ever be that good again.

I was never a singer,
but when my heart was full
I could not help but
write you a song that
you will never
get to hear.

This heartache screams your name,
a thrashing storm that leaves
this heart in ruin.
Your thunder has
sliced open this heart
but these memories are made of sunshine.

Poets are a strange bunch-
we enjoy the fall until we've hit the ground.
Sometimes we push ourselves if
for nothing but the art.
Oh, how we find that spark
in the darkness of suffering.
Indeed, what a mad bunch we are,
to find sanity in our madness
and I wouldn't have it
any other way.

If our love
had a sound,
it would be the sweetest song.
Tell me you hear the music-
the beat of our hearts
and our harmonies
intertwined.

Just like the switch
to this ******* room,
I wish there was a switch
to turn off this heart,
this soul and
this mind.

Beckon to me
and call me over-
I want to be seduced
into forgetting just
how lost I am
without you.

The torture doctor
put me under
with her smile
and charm.
She cut my heart
until the love poured out
and just like that,
she had concluded
her operation.

I am a tourist
travelling in between
the sweetest dreams
and the darkest
nightmares.

Wherever you trail
leaves me chasing for more-
every glimmer in your eyes
leaving me entranced.
Maybe it's a spell of the unicorn,
or maybe this is one big dream.
All I know is that I need
more of you in my life.

Sometimes,
we all feel a little lost-
lost in a void-
a prisoner of silence.
So come lay with me
here in the darkness,
in silence.
Perhaps we can bring
a little light to
each other's world.

This darkness
has not left me alone.
It consumes me
day after day-
night after night-
a void I cannot escape.
It's like I'm dreaming
but can't wake up.

The nights
are growing darker
and the waves
are getting rougher
Surrounded by
darkness and disarray,
I make my haven
in this boat built for two.
This love is an ocean
beneath a sky of uncertainty-
it consumes us night after night.
But, together,
we take this voyage-
just me and you.

I hope you win all the
wars you keep to yourself-
the ones you tell
no one about.

Why is it so hard
to let go of those who
hurt us the most?
Is it because they were once
the source of happiness
and everything nice?
Are we still clinging onto the hopes
that it will go back to
the way it was?

I am sick
and tired
of writing
about heartache
time and
time again.
All I want
is to catch a break;
To put down
my weary pen
and face the day
smiling in my wake

Just know that
you are not the only one
going through this
all-too-human and
inevitable pain.
The grief, the loss,
the unbearable weight of it all.
Just know that you do not have
to carry it all on
your own.

I heard your voice
in the wind and you let me know
that you were saying goodbye.
I run for shelter,
fear of what comes next.
These nights have never felt so cold,
but all I can do is wait out
the impending storm.

I don’t like
that I miss you this much.
No matter how many lies
I tell myself,
I still can't shake
these lingering
feelings.

If you pray
in the same tone
you speak to me,
I can understand why
the angels don't stop
listening to you.

Most people will never know
the burdens you carry,
all the demons,
all the sleepless nights,
and all the love and loss along the way.
They will never know
the hidden strength it took you
to get out of bed each morning,
to put on a happy face,
and to do it all again.

To this day,
I'm still replaying
the memories of you and I.
You may still be able to
steal my thoughts away,
each one turning into
another piece of
poetry.

You took
my soul
and ran

My own mind must be
the biggest thief that I have
ever known

Though this heart
still remembers our love,
your heart
has forgotten my name.

My heart is a
sanctuary of silence,
a place where few have ever glimpsed.
The demons may try to penetrate its walls
but this heart has always proved stronger
than what I gave it credit for.

This photograph,
this knowledge of you,
will stay with me forever.
A snapshot in time
of who you once were
and who I once loved
forever cherished in this heart.
And though you may change,
sometimes into someone
I no longer recognize,
this memory will remain
as you were when I loved you
in this photograph.

i never meant
for you to hate me,
I wanted the opposite,
in fact.
I suppose it is better this way,
for me,
at least.

You sprout from
the seeds of my thoughts
into a sunflower I cannot forget,
each petal, a memory I
will nurture with every
drop of nostalgia and every
ray of love.

When someone
is going through a storm,
your presence alone can be as
powerful as a sail to
guide them home.

All this time has passed
and I still think of you.
All this time has passed
and I hope you do too.

Where did all the time go?
The time that flows through the wind
It’s a cold breeze out tonight
There’s no one to hear my call
The night is silent
The voices echo
They echo through my head
They echo through you all
It feels like I’ve been put on mute
I try my best to listen and understand
It’s like deciphering an ancient language
My words are lost, our time is up
Where did all the time go?
I don’t know what’s happening
Suddenly I can’t talk anymore
It’s taken too long to realise
That you’re all gone…

If time is
a currency,
then spending it with you
was the best investment
I ever made.

How time flies
when my lips meet yours.
I close my eyes and
time does not
matter anymore.

Time seems to only fly
when you
don't want it to,
right?
Sometimes our days drag on
and on like passing clouds-
other days, like shooting stars-
blink and you'll miss it.

I know
it may seem
like things aren't
ever going to be alright
but in the end,
time will prove
you wrong-
it always
does.

Time has a way
of turning people to memory.
The process can manifest
as a wound slowly healing or
a humble nostalgia that you cannot
help but smile when looking back.
In the end, will they leave you smiling
or with another scar to carry?

If only I was
physically tired
rather than
mentally tired
at the end of
each day.

Are you tired from
how much you have done
or are you tired from
the weight of
the world?

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 will not ask you to stay-
you don't owe me anything.
I know you will leave
and there is nothing I can say
to change that.
Our time is coming to an end
and though you will say goodbye,
that doesn't mean my
heart will reciprocate.

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