How to get through to someone
Who simply won't talk to you‽
How to get through to someone
Who thinks they've already "gotten through‽"
How to get through to someone
Who really can't be bothered seeing‽
How to get through to someone
Who really isn't listening‽

What's 𝘮𝘺 name?

For most crave some recognition,
For most know of some loneliness.
It's better to have compassion,
Lest our rasher emotions ruin moment.
It's better to have patience,
Lest our hectic thoughts disrupt a companion.

Who are 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

For many can be very callous,
For many are much imbalanced.
It's better to care for one's self
Than to be hurt by another who only does.
It's better to love who you are
Than to find that you're with someone who does not.

Themselves. Others.

You smell like gardenia
as in late spring.

I'm walking away
for I might pluck thee—
& you’ll wither by dusk
after a day.

For thy sake
I'm walking away
& waiting for another
fierce bloom of May.

Love is gazing
Not at someone
But into them
Marveling at
The colors
Of their soul.

Love is patient
It understands
Why it waits
Or rather,
Who it is
Waiting for.

Love is heaven
It conquers all
Even mortality
Meaning that
The truest lovers
Shall never part.

They will find each other.
In a heaven so picturesque
It might as well be made
With the ethereal colors
That each one knows
Within the other's eyes.

words of humble insight,
shaded with anxious desperation,
my plea showing unrivalled jealousy,
seeking approval, sorting moments searching
for a pat and or a pleasant praise of dexterity.

you left me here stranded—
these words wove me into a ball
of fire, endlessly burning ashes,
an obsolescence of essence,
a dissolution of common sense.