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.



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.



a beautiful song i wrote for two.

a beautiful song i wrote for you.

a beautiful song i sang to the stars.

a beautiful song i sang to a star.


a melody i thought was sweet,

was something only she could sing.

the way you looked at her and not me,

was the saddest thing i’d ever see.


you promised her your heart;

in doing so, you tore mine apart.

i’ll never be her, as you can see.

i’ll always be plain, boring me.


is it at all possible, im sure it’s true,

to have your heart broken by someone

who wouldn’t even date you…