Every Now And Then

There’s this thought That creeps around Every now and then But never too often That one day You’ll leave Others have knocked on my door They offered sweeter words And a promise of pleasure But you were the one Who stood out You didn’t carry a bribery Instead, you held out your hand I took …

What My Mother Told Me

When I was younger My mother always told me To lock my door Whenever they would have company It wasn’t the question of trust It was for my own safety It’s okay to be friendly But I guess she wanted me to know Evil lurks and smiles They wave and say hello And most of …

You’ve Met Me Before

Hello there! Wait, please don’t leave Do you not recognize me? I am no stranger to you at all In fact, we’ve known each other Since your first word And I’m betting I’ll be there for your last You can pretend But I know you sense the familiarity You can already hear me Don’t deny …

Stop Knocking

Keep your bitterness to yourself Stop knocking on my door, I don’t have a cup of sugar To fill your coffee with Try the girl next door Because you blew every second chance I gave you I’m not repeating steps one or two Hope you like lonely cappuccino nights My phone lost your number So …

Spitting Out Cliches

I love you to the moon and back I’d say, Jupiter or Neptune, But there’s nowhere for me to land I can keep going through space To equate my love with its distance but the farther I go I realize to the moon or the stars Would only make me miss you Roses are red, …

Poem Day 7: Why I Burned My Journals

When I was 14 I wanted to kill myself 15 and 16, my thoughts never changed I was manic and my words proved it These past entries were filled with darkness A lot of people said I’ve been strong But these entries scare me Its a reminder of the struggle The struggle to wake up …

Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

I want to wake up next to you Wrapped around in your arms Or back to back on the opposite sides of the bed All I want is to know your presence I want to wake up smelling coffee Brewing, while you try to cook breakfast It’s either burnt or slightly cooked We opt for …

Poem Day 3: Dear God

Dear God, when I was ten I questioned your existence People told me I’ve lost my way I’ve been corrupted They ask where is my faith? Dear God, when I was fourteen I had scars on my arms and thighs I was waiting for my last sigh Before finding a blade I bowed and prayed …