And just when I thought I might drown under these waves of sadness,
You showed me how to swim.

A glitch in her feelings
A flaw in his head
Small nicks and cuts,
Some never to heal.

Decided at birth
Some of them are
But others appear
Along the road.

Silver rings
lined with gold.
High heeled boots,
fancy coat.
It seems that you have everything but i know it can’t be true.

Brand new phone;
shiny case.
House such a
dreamy place.
I turn away and act like i’m not so jealous of you.

I’ve been content in my small home.
My few possessions, outdated phone.
But to compare our lives is strange to me;
your brand clothes and my hand-me-down hoodie.

If I were to fall
Would you notice or fail to?
Sometimes I wonder.

Monday’s are pink
Tuesday’s are red
Wednesday’s are blue
Thursday’s are orange.

Friday’s are green
Saturday’s white
Sunday’s are blue
It’s strange, right?

You made me realize
How awful I was.
You helped me realize
That I could get better.
It was all you.

your little corner of my mind
is a happy place;
the only place i can see you.

we think back to our childhood
the fun we had;
i wish i’d never left.

your little corner of my mind
could be a happy place
but it grows smaller every day

I’m lost somewhere far away.
I passed the point of no return long ago.
I row my boat, searching for life.
I’ll find it soon, but ‘till then I row.

I’m trying but will I succeed?
I’m working but will it pay off?
I’m dreaming but will those dreams be?
I hope to know someday that the answer is yes.

The sun shines high in the bright summer sky
But you’re not here, may I ask why?

Why are you like that?
Why do you keep acting fake?
This isn’t a game.

i feel the need to scream
but all ears are turned away.
i move my lips to talk
but the words won’t come today.

Hello, poetry! You’re my best friend
I’ll stick with you ‘till the very end

Running after you
I think about us
You avoid me

Are we meant to be?

Your peaceful walk is my anxiety.
Your camping grounds are where my nightmares take place.

What’s that?!
Oh, just a tree.

Your hiking trip causes me to cry.
What if we find something unwanted? Does that not make you want to leave?!


Why am I like this, you ask? I don’t know. Ask my Hylophobia.

my clothes must taste of salt
for all the crying i’ve done today.

What happens is
I get attached
I grow fond
I learn to love.

But when you leave
I lose control
I miss you
Do you miss me?

Pumpkin spice candles
Cosy blankets
Fireplace
Hot chocolate
It’s dark outside.

But then you left.

And I sit here with

Old, used candles
Dusty blankets
Embers in the fireplace
Empty mugs
But it’s still dark outside.

At least one thing stayed the same when you left.