“in the end

  these things matter most:

  how well did you love?

  how fully did you live?

  how deeply did you let go?”

you’re cold

and

i burn

she was a flower

he was a flame

she was burned by him

i stood in front
of your door,
with a bouquet
of roses in one
hand, while the
other hand was
about to knock
the door.

but i stopped my
hand when i heard
his voice.  

i slowly lower my
hand from the door
and into my pocket.

from my pocket, i
took out my pen
and a lighter.  

i lit my lighter and
held the bouquet of
roses above the flame.

i watched as one of
the roses started to
wither and crumple
from the heat of the
flickering flame.  

i laid the flowers on
the doorstep of your
entrance and uncapped
the black pen as i shoved
my hand into my pocket
and dug out a piece of paper.

i wrote,

*i hope you're happy now.

​
i always thought
I loved you so much
I just wanted to see you happy

But then I saw you
together with your new girlfriend

I wished I could have made
your eyes twinkle,
as if the moon saw the sun
for the first time

everyone turns out to be the person

"the night has a thousand eyes"

nothing can ever replace you

he'll grab your waist
and whisper in your
ear but six months later

you'll find yourself drunk
texting him that you miss
him with

thinking of you all along

they call me crybaby
                      crybaby

it beats within the frailest heart,
of gentle wings unfurled.
to be set free and fly into
each corner of the world.

wherever you are..

"you can't just
touch my soul
and leave"

you made flowers          grow
             in my         lungs
and although they             are
                         beautiful
i can't  *******              breathe

the crowd is relentless,
they blame her for their suffering,
yet you know better,
you know she is merely a child at heart
with the weight of a whole kingdom on her shoulders,
her 'council' are to blame.

their greed almost doomed the kingdom she rules over,
"she does not deserve this" you utter,
you almost don't feel yourself doing it,
running at her,
               raising your shield against the rotten vegetables and stones,

like it was dictated by the gods that you were to be her shield,
her bastion of hope,
she looks up at you
her eyes watered from the shame she endures

yet she manages to force a smile,
a smile of gratitude,
    as if she was begging for someone to save her
and it appears,

              she saw your smile through your visor,
making her even less distraught

we watched the sunset  
over the castle on the hill

let me understand the clouds
their moods and patterns that

they display in the sky

a single cloud crosses the sky,
from the ground, we can watch it go by

holding my world up there high
in the sky, we look as time passes by

happy clouds, quiet clouds
calm, still clouds

i stare at the white ceiling
and see all kinds of things.

i see blankness
         colour
then darkness.

i see an empty, white canvas
                                      canvas is painted with light pink
                                                                               light green
                                                                               light blue
                                                                               light colours.

but then one day, the canvas was painted dark blue
                                                                          dark purple
                                                                          dark red
                                                                          dark grey.

then when the pain couldn't stop, it turned black.
                                                                             to darkness.

i breathe in and then i breathe out,
i got a trillion doubts, and that's fine.
i took a road that wasn't a road, but
it was something i chose and that's fine.

take your guess, spurious at best,
can't you see it's all just

                                          *chaos?

would you lie with me

and just forget the world

if love
were a
chasm,

would
you fall
in it with

me?

i try to hide it but it's too loud

I'm feeling all these chemicals
it's always ******* up my flow

i hope you try to find me

The garden is beautiful tonight but somehow you are all I think of.  

She sees it in your face.  

"Hey...."  

> I'm okay.
> I can't stop thinking about it.
> You shouldn't have to deal with my ****. Let's just have a good time.

.

a boy saw a beautiful girl
sitting down on a bench,
looking down at something
in her small hands.

he walked up to the bench
and sat down next to her,
and said, "it's a beautiful
day, isn't it?"

the girl looked up and
quietly answered, "yes,
yes it is."

he looked at her then at
her hands and saw that
she was holding a cigarette
box.  an empty one.

he frowned then said,
"why are you staring at
an empty cigarette box?"

she turned the box and
gazed at it sadly.

this used to be owned by
someone that i once knew.

he always liked to smoke
and he always kept a pack
in his pocket.  

"what happened?" the boy asked.

the girl looked at the boy
and whispered, "he left"

​
beautiful to cut
her skin.
she said that
i am too
beautiful for
lung cancer.
this is my last
pack.

city lights
busy streets
dark alleyways
lonely self
hungry heart
sell love
broken mind

if you wanna find love
then you know where the city is

.


you still dream about
the people lost in your memory,
fabricated by your nostalgia
and romanticised by your
broken heart.

when someone asks me what’s wrong, my instant reaction is to lie and say everything is fine, despite how crap i really feel

i was born to the rain
and yet still i find myself
drowning
in a sea
my storms
have created.

​
i have never let anybody
try to decipher the code
that my heart beats in
because i am much too
terrified that nobody
will care enough
to crack it

ive heard it said before today
that hearts of stone are cold
but having known them both i say,
that metal bites the coldest

black is the colour of dying love

red is the colour of bleeding love

blue is the colour of cold love

blood is black
tears are white
since the day you left
i've become helplessly



                                                                                                      colourblind

“daddy, where are you going?”, asked the little boy.  

“im going to the city for a bit, son,” said the the man.  

“for how long?”, asked the little boy, “you’ll be back for my birthday right?”

the man crouched down and patted the boy on his head,
“of course, son.  i wouldn’t miss your birthday, ever.”

the little boy smiled, and whispered, “pinky promise?”

the man smiled and replied, “pinky promise.”

the little boy stood up and hugged the man.
the man looked down and hugged him back.

the man glanced at his phone and said, “well, i gotta go, buddy.”

the little boy frowned and mumbled, “ill miss you daddy.”

“i'll miss you too buddy.”

and then the man opened the door and left.


the boy waited or days and days,


but he never came back.

“memory taps a gun to your inner skull & demands you bring back the dead”

"come and waste time with me"

you, holding me in your arms as i fall asleep. i am no longer anxious. i am no longer sad. you healed me.

a boy confessed me today
on facebook, for the first time
i had no idea how to reply.

i said oh.
he said can we try.
i said sorry.

i thought he got the message,
but he told me to think about it,
now i don't know what to do

"lies, they taste metallic..like blood"



                      "and you didn't know that?"



"I guess..not"