Friday, November 20, 2020

To my lover that never was (A Letter)

 To my lover that never was,

There were tons of warning signs all over the place,

And I ignored them all, because the truth I could not faze.

We both were offering guidance, it’s our good nature inside.

Trusting blindly on the other, knowing we were both lost in life.


We found comfort in our words, it almost seemed unreal.

Made it hard to not miss you, because of the way you’d make me feel.

I said from the beginning I was a wreck and emotionally unstable.

Thought, I didn’t want to ruin it, so there was no need for labels.


If I could go back in time,

I’d choose to not be alright.

When I’d write and wait for a reply.

Oh, what it meant to me the words you’d type.


If I could just rewind,

I’d go back to those endless nights.

Your company was a delight,

Cause anything you said would make me smile.


We found comfort in our words, it almost seemed perfect,

Until I started wanting more but maybe I wasn’t worth it.

You said from the beginning, you weren’t emotionally available.

I wanted to believe you but I thought maybe change was on the table.


How dare you be this nice,

be there when I’d cry?

How can you not expect me to?

I let myself fall for you, even though it wasn’t right.


It pains me to let you go,

But it’s time I let you know,

This unrequited love is hard to walk out of.


I never told you how I felt,

Not now, not this late. 

As you wouldn’t reciprocate;


I will forever wonder if you could tell.


Yours truly,

To the person I could never hate.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Same Old Road Trip (A Poem)

I’m stuck
I’m fucked
It’s a cycle 
And it sucks

I must admit these emotions never get me anywhere
So I take deep deep breaths, try to calm myself down, let in some air
Turn the volume up, be free like on a holiday with your wind blown hair
In an attempt to cover all fears I fail because you still can see I'm scared in each and every layer

I’m locked
I’m blocked
If life is a gamble
I ran out of luck

As I go by, day by day, I sometimes recognize the path
It’s looks a little too similar at times, like I’m back to the start
To go through it again, I'll never know how I can

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

i guess i’m a masochist (A Poem)

Am I in love with pain?
Every time I give one step forward,
I feel forced to take two back,
And then it’s all the same.
I must be insane.
To have it all but still I complain.
I shouldn’t take it for granted, and I don’t,
Yet there is this thing.

Maybe I shouldn’t spend too much time on my own,
Cause then my thoughts take over with the only purpose of bringing me down.
Can I just skip to the part when I’m fully grown,
Just to avoid this whole mess of going round and round?

Even though my life seems great on paper,
If I had a taste, I’d hate the flavor.
I am aware I am the one to blame for.
Fucking tastebuds, they’re the traitors.

Why can’t happiness last long enough?
I feel it for two days and then it slowly decreases until it’s all gone.
So is sadness a part of me?
Should I welcome her with open arms and pretend it’s okay?
Should I hand her over the keys to a room cause I know she will stay either way?
No matter how hard you try, she will make sure to catch up with you at the end of the day.
Even when she’s away, and although she’s not wanted, you know she’s always coming back
I guess I have no say.