Heart on my sleeve. My soul on a leash.

I had to stop.

Because what else
is left to give,

when you
give it all you got?

"Just how dark?" They ask.

"Sometimes I give the devil quite a scare," I reply.

I'll craft you poems
every chance
that I get,
strip your soul bare,
entwine it's
essence — adorn you with words.

In novels, women ruled,
queens in pages revealed.
Girls grew in ink's embrace,
forever kids — time concealed.

your eyes delve, pages
turned, tales unfurl;
novels well-read.

drunk on love, mind
stagers — your tale unfolds.
I'll pen your chapters,
paint your
canvas — stories untold.

as you read, worlds
entangle — your narrative
defined,
the lines, your story shall
wrangle.

In ink's embrace,
forever you'll be, a character
in poems,
written by me.

🌕


The moon never asks for
attention after all,

                          It just glows.

"Maybe, we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing.

Maybe, when someone says, “I see you,” it just means, “I see you.”

- Bojack horseman

I gave her my heart, but she never cares for it.

It just sits there...

                    ..collecting dust.

Candles burn out,

               Eventually.

You squeeze all the
love out of me.
Then you leave me
on poles to dry, hanging.

"I've got an infinite number of places to go, the problem is where to stay."

Love falls like snow.
It's beautiful but it's cold.

Don't get too close.
      
                     I     e  x  p   l   o     d   e!

I was just
trying to save the
little that was
left of me.

I didn't know.

Putting out the flames,
when emotions
set you ablaze
just turns your heart cold.

Sometimes you mean just a little. And sometimes you mean nothing at all.