We were like best friends,
Now we are strangers
It's such a shame,
Now you don't even know my name
Now my bright skies are filled with your lies
And I am alone,
Left off with your clone
Who have you become?
What about the obstacles we've overcome?
Nothing ever mattered to you,
......
What's wrong? She asked...
and then there was a long silence...
"nothing," he said...
between 20,000 thoughts he was fighting instead,
For he had been waiting for a reply...
for her to say "I love you too"...
but, there she stood unaware...
that her silence has opened up 20,000 insecurities of the man ahead...
......
watermelon toes
I don’t know how to say no
scalloped shrieks
floating where the wind blows
never mind holding the heaviest load
I’m so magical—I could make you explode
didn’t even give me a chance to say yes
before coming to rest on my sweet head
......
Night, a solaceful, distant memory
When you left my already-rifted heart
It repeats, this haunting memory,
I try, alright?
I try to forget, I try to move on.
But this memory, it just has to,
repeat itself, over time again,
and I am, but a slave of the past.
The last time you said ‘Goodbye’,
......
To the Boy I Regret Not Embracing
I hate to ask, but—
how have you been?
Did you ever make peace with your demons?
Did you grow into the man you wanted to be,
or are you still a lost boy,
trapped in the weight of your emotions?
Are you still keeping the wrong company,
......
To the Boy I Regret Not Embracing
I hate to ask, but—
how have you been?
Did you ever make peace with your demons?
Did you grow into the man you wanted to be,
or are you still a lost boy,
trapped in the weight of your emotions?
Are you still keeping the wrong company,
......
This is not me being hurt
Nor me being burnt
From the inside
But showing gratitude
From the outside
I saw your lovely photo
It made sense why you chose him
Am on my own understanding being loco
It doesn’t matter if I bring out steam
......
Night, a solaceful, distant memory
When you left my already-rifted heart
It repeats, this haunting memory,
I try, alright?
I try to forget, I try to move on.
But this memory, it just has to,
repeat itself, over time again,
and I am, but a slave of the past.
The last time you said ‘Goodbye’,
......
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
......
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
......