July 2023

I get moody when it sounds silly How could the self-proclaimed Righteous man become repetitively blunt? Blank of sensitivity, A man reasoning with ego, I,

There were questions I used to ask myself, like; If I made you a small beautiful world of love, Would you take me with you,

Try sleeping with a heavy heart Walking away from who I see in the mirror The replay of our memories haunts The bedroom sucks my

Maybe choices truly were a thing, But for him, Choices were non-existent. Everything had changed, Just like the people he had believed in. Betrayal stared

Tell me, Why am I here again? Writing to you another text, When all I’ll get, are two bright blue ticks, And no response Please

I used to love sunsets, But only because the movies, Made them look beautiful. I never understood the fascination, Or essence, Of staring at the

I looked in the mirror, And there she was, Shaken but still standing, Dusty and rusty from life, But still ranting out hope, Full of

In two letters, The conversations that would spell so many words begun. It would have been comforting to know in advance, That no matter how

I, man of silent fire, A pessimist in a plane, Always ready with a parachute, Today, I cry, As a man without beards and huge

Y’know, Maybe I did hope she was different, Maybe I did want a version of her, That the world always paid attention to, Maybe I