Poems

You leave. They move on. How is that auspicious? It’s in the right order.

Your blindness to my downfall Has gone too far to be a joke, As I stand burning in front of you And you ask if I smell smoke.

Love me: Let me feel alive.

Sometimes, when they say Always, They mean it. Sometimes.

I would get over you and move on in time. I just don’t have enough time to do it.

I looked to her for definitions of words like beauty, kindness, love.

In the future, there is a version of me that is smiling, and who is thankful that I never gave up.

How did you lose me? You felt trapped. Another looked at your prison and saw it as a refuge. Why would someone choose to be a jail When they could be a sanctuary?

What if you’ve already experienced your best day, your last good day? What if you haven’t?

I do not want to leave this world without a broken heart and in one piece. I’d like to leave so full of love and So very very shattered that I become like dust: Insignificant and everywhere.