Blue is how I feel about you....
Blue is how cold my blood runs whenever I think about you.
Blue and black is the colour of the sky and rain the night you told me you were leaving, the night you chose to not be with me.
Blue were your eyes that I so willingly drowned in.
Blue is now my only emotion.
when I think about you, my eyes flash with blue.... when the sky so bright and beautiful crowds over me.
Blue is how I die, remembering you.

If you forget me
You'll see me in your dreams

If you forget me
You'll see something
that reminds you of me

If you forget me
You'll end up back
into our messages

If you forget me
You'll see the big teddy bear I gave you
when turned into a teenager

If you forget me
When November 19 comes
you'll want to say “happy birthday”

If you forget me
You'll see our old pictures
from when we used to have fun

If you forget me
When you're dancing in the rain
You'll remember that day we danced in the rain and then got sick

If you forget me
You'll find a new friend
And realize that we are similar in many ways

If you try to forget me
All the memories are going to
come back to you all at once

If you try to forget me
You'll look up at the stars and you'll remember
when we tried to count all the stars but just gave up

If you try to forget me
You'll remember what you did
And you'll feel guilt and regret from it

Don't try to forget me
Because the more you push those memories away
The more you're going to have them
and the more you're going to miss what we had

The more that thought of what you did is going to be there
While feeling guilty and ashamed that you could do that

Trust me i tried to forget you
Because i was shocked and hurt
when i found out what you did

I wanted to put that in my past
Pretend like nothing happened
Kind of like when we did something
We weren't supposed to
And we pretended like it never happened
That's how i wanted it to be

I wanted it to feel like i was a little kid again
“Forgiving and forgetting”
But i only got to the forgiving part
Never to the forgetting
But I  learned to accept it

So don't try to forget me…

through a seam in the blinds
the sun
still

glasses case
when will it
come back to me

in the daylight her face just sleeping

her braided hair
in the lamplight
and daylight

The words that you’ve forced upon me are sad
I’ll take them anyways but you should know
That you can’t take them back

With acrylic I paint the crumbs on my plate,
the dregs of my drained coffee mug,
the torn and crumpled tissue beside it.
The best cup of coffee ive ever had,
the perfectly buttery toast, still warm,
reduced to traces, ugly remains.
I paint a sad still-life to remember,
with hindsight clouded eyes
the flavours I couldn't taste
before they touched my tongue.

The sky above me

Exploding with colors

Eyes filled with awe

The ground shaking beneath my feet




But when you close your eyes

and hear the exploding bombs

it reminds me of

the war

they fought

for our country







A document signed

on the fourth of July

A pen gliding

across such

an important piece

of our history

our lives







A birthday celebrated

across the states

does anyone

stop

to think




How did we get here?

It has become a curse to remember so vividly,
those moments, simple yet profound.
Like smiles, the sound of breath, and the warmth of their palms.
Loving, I’ve realized, is often about memorizing.
Attending to every detail whenever you can.
Their presence becomes integral, no matter how scarce,
So you rely on all your senses to keep them alive.

And when it’s time to leave, everything falls silent.
The glass feels more half-empty than half full
You realize, that their absence, too, hangs in the air
A feeling you don’t just remember, but live in
And you’re left wondering,
why their absence feels more permanent.