for a long time, no one has stolen my heart.

then you came along and tore me apart.

is it love? my mind is trapped in a cell.

im sure it isnt, who can tell?

feelings inside of me, i cant control.

what will it do to her if i let my heart go?


im certain she loves you, though she denies it.

i know her better than i know myself; i get it.

flirting, flirting is all you do.

why do i think it’s so cute?


i refuse to hurt my best friend.

your adorable laugh and cute smile won’t win.

i cant hurt her in this way, what will i gain?

a stupid love that will last a day?


i refuse to love you, for her and for me.

but i cant help my feelings – ugh, why cant i breathe?

your shoulders brush against mine when you pass me by,

that smirk on your face every time.


as much as it pains me to say

these feelings need to go away,

im not going to hurt her. i won’t.

so help me out, and leave me alone.


death – a reflection/prose

breath. so simple, but so intense.

how quickly it goes away, and how quickly it comes back again.

you know that i loved you; i loved you enough to not let you go.


but now it doesn’t matter, ’cause someone’s gotta go. and that someone was you.

i carry myself as if nothing happened. so people don’t start to worry about me.

i miss the me when you were here.

i miss the us.


i remember the times we laughed, the times we cried, but most of all, the times we both loved each others company.

no matter what happened to me, you always found a way to cheer me up.

we were never meant to say goodbye.


she worries about me, but i tell her not to. i don’t want to make her upset as well. so i give the news to someone else, to pass on to her.

’cause it would kill me, even more, to see her unhappy for me.


she talks to me, but i hear nothing. the voice of you still rings in my mind. i can’t get over it.

they tell me to pray, to get over it. but i can’t. i won’t.


i bring you flowers, ya know. every day i replace the old ones with the new. i tell you what’s happened that day and what i’m doing tomorrow.


i lay in bed at night thinking of you. was it love? i’ll never tell. at least, never tell her. it would make it worse.

i miss you every day. i think that if i shut people out i’ll deal with it myself.

but i could never shut her out. she makes me smile and laugh. but not like you did.


maybe if i try really hard, i’ll see you soon. i’ll see you soon, my dear. sooner than you think.


life often asks death why people dislike death but love life so much. death always says, “because life is a beautiful lie and I’m a heartbreaking truth.”


everything she writes

is about you;

she sings songs

just so you’ll listen to her.

but you dont even give her a second glance,

much less a single chance.

i see the way

you look at those other girls,

but do they

write poetry about you

or sing to you when youre sad?

you look at them

as if they are stars;

i think you forgot

that the sun is a star,

because that’s what she is.

writer’s block

a blank document,

paper with empty lines.

the creative directions i want to take

are just

dead ends.

all i know is frustration,

with pen in hand

and a blank page

staring back at me.

there are times where i know

how to arrange my words just so,

and that time

will come again soon.

i will listen to

the whisper of a pen across a page –

sweet, sweet poetry

written across those

empty lines.


in this colour palette of life, you are a vibrant, bold hue,

and you tell me i shouldnt be

the muted pastel that i am.


if we are music to be played,

you are the pop song featured on the radio,

and i am just the acoustic version.


find us on the dance floor, and see that you are

the waltz or the salsa or the tango;

im only the slow dance you dont care to watch.


people would describe you as

loud, flashy, vivid – me as

gentle, subdued, enigmatic.


but together, we are

chaos and calm,

entropy and equilibrium.