Look

Y’know there’s a solution to every problem, don’t you? if there’s no solution, then it’s not your problem. Oh I know you don’t agree, darling. I agree there are things that lead to a dead end. Your broken heart may sing soulful melodies as you walk down a thorny path barefoot; what else can we…

I Stand

I stand barefoot, soiling my feet. It rained in the morning, sunny in the afternoon and is freezing at night. I hear chirping birds, cawing crows, gentle breezes, wild winds and howling canines. I start to erode but I stand. I stood still. I still stand.

Leave.

I should’ve been there. I know. It should’ve been my T shirt, not your pillow that soaks up your tears; should’ve been my ears not the walls that hear. The pavement that I sit on isn’t cozy, Y’know.. my face rests in my palms, I’m restless. The stillness of this moment has me perturbed. I…

Rumination

From torn sketches to lost books, it has been a tedious ride. I remember the wind in my hair and sunlight on my face as I rode my bicycle to school and the tears that ran down my cheeks because of broken things. I’ve travelled miles of years from dusk till dawn, bound to people…

Pain.

I won't tell you it's gonna be okay; I can't ask you to move on. All I can do is sit here, right here and share silence. What you have is what can't be shared; the pain. I'll let you suffer and that's all I've got to offer.

An old draft.

Whatever we said to each other and everything that meant the world to us; the silence, stolen kisses, moments up against the wall, sharing food, staring at stars that fall, words said, promises made, the home we dreamt of, the world we wanted to tour; They don't mean shit now. Remember when you said you'd…

Will you?

Would you write to me, love When we're far apart? Would your love still be love Even in times of war? Would you walk with me, Smiling, from scar to scar? Does your pen still bleed? What does your paper need? To tell my story, to show us fall Remember those times, Wall to wall?…

.

I love the way you turn My silence into words; I love it more when My tears find their worth. The words now have A meaning, The shallow heart started To love this feeling; The smiles seem to have Found their reason, The bird of my soul Sings regardless of season. Oh, How you make…