no matter what happens,
it’s always her.
she’s there through my
platonic breakups,
romantic breakups,
emotional breakdowns,
when I’m overwhelmed
and the nights I cry myself to sleep.
she’s there
every
single
time.
that’s why it’s always her.
but you know..
things change.
*people change*.
so maybe it’s not always her.
at least not anymore,
not the way it once was.
she’s not there anymore.
but honestly?
nor am I.
and I’m trying to move on
from her.
and I think I’m almost there.
As the light shines in the day,
Darkness falls away
The light causes glee,
But darkness stays with me
The light comes astray,
And dawn falls to day.
As the Light fades away,
The darkness will stay.
For nothing keeps shining
Like a star losing lighting,
When darkness comes astray,
The light shall fall away.
Into the night, the light will stay
In the dark, the darkness will play.
For nothing good can stay
As the darkness will never fall away.
But in all the times when you want to flee,
There will come a time for glee
As light will rise and sway
When the day sets away.
Hurting something nobody sees me doing Hurting is something I didn’t realise I was doing for a long time till I locked myself up in a room and turned off all the lights, shut the blinds and sat in the dark room
Hurting is something I didn’t realise i was doing till I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror anymore and smile to where I couldn’t look at a lighter anymore and think of it as a tool to light a candle
Hurting is something we all do but don’t realise it
she is the fire in my heart
that re-lit from ashes
left by a flame long ago extinguished
she is the glimmer in my smile
the only one who can make me feel so whole,
but she can smash me to pieces just as easily
she is the shine in my eyes
though whether it’s from satisfaction or sadness
is up to her to decide
she’s an ever changing zigzagged line
i am the constant.
we only ever meet once in a blue moon
i can’t help but look at her skin
once clean, and full of life.
now it’s lost all its colour
covered in a thick layer of dust.
nobody has taken any care.
there are few who notice her changes,
and though those few try to communicate it
all they see is something fake,
an unrealistic cry for attention that simply isn’t needed.
she’s still beautiful. she’s not going to change.
or so they say.
i watch as she melts out of shape.
i see the smoke from their cigarettes curl around her,
turning her grey, slowly, slowly, but surely.
can’t they see she can’t move?
she’ll only get sicker and sicker.
who is to blame but the ones who made her this way?
it feels like you can’t ever be quite close enough
for it to satisfy me
my mind, my skin, my heart,
are all simply unfulfilled.
the fantasy of being in love, of being loved
is really *lovely* as an idea
so why is it that the translation
of my hopes and thoughts to reality
always get turned to terror?
maybe if two souls could merge
i would feel complete
but that is not possible, so i will wait
for something… real
as real as this life can be
The winds blow up on my face;
My heart just started to race.
I looked outside the window;
But couldn’t find my shadow.
The clouds were moving with the wind blowing;
The seeds of happiness were sowing.
The curtains were open wide;
With a new adventure beginning in my life side.
The silence was all over in the place;
My mind open like the infinite space.
My future was all in my brain;
Just like the flowing water in the rain.
There once was a deer, sad and alone
But up above he heard a voice crone
Flying on his wings of black
A large crow landed on his back
“I have something that can help you, little deer
Come, I will show you, it is just over here.”
The crow then flew on the low summer breeze
And the deer followed, weaving through the trees
They soon reached a cave, dark and wide
And the deer entered, craving for his pride
The deer didn’t know, that hiding in the deep
A great evil Dragon awoke from his sleep
There soon was a roar, then a chilling crunch
And the crow flew off, to get the dragon’s next lunch.
When the world fell quiet, too loud to bear,
and no one else was truly there,
You stayed beside me, calm and true,
with eyes like ice that somehow knew.
No judgment passed, no words to weigh,
just steady warmth that did not leave.
You never tried to fix or mend—
You simply were my silent friend.
I spoke the things I could not share,
you blinked, you breathed, you did not stare.
You never answered, never flinched,
and still, my pain, you somehow pinched.
Your ears stood tall, your stare stayed still,
my quiet guard, so calm and true.
Your fur, a dance of black and white,
like twilight caught in morning light.
In that coat, so thick and proud,
You wrapped me up; you made me loud.
You have seen my tears without a sound,
and kept all secrets that you found.
You never turned your head away,
no matter what I had to say.
While others left, or did not see,
you simply stayed and breathed with me.
In your silence, I was heard,
no need for speech, no single word.
So here you are, with watchful eyes,
a loyal heart that never lies.
A soul who listens, soft and deep—
Who holds my hurt and guards my sleep.