Haiku? Haican!

A blanket of snow Covering a broken heart Won’t make it colder. Wait just a second Did I really just write A legit haiku? Yes. Yes, YES I did About love, as usual Guess I AM a poet.

Crooked smile

‘It’s ok.’They tell me.‘You were just brainwashed,by him and the scene he painted.’ And I’ll smile a crooked smileAsking them ‘what brain?’‘I lost that way before him.’‘I’ve always been out of my mind.’ ‘It’s the heart that he stole.’‘And the love that he took,that now leave me feeling empty.’ It’s when their helpful eyes hardenIt’s

Tears

I’ll see words aligned in the saddest of waysReading page after page of fictional historyAnd weep for her loss, his death and their loveBut I’ll never cry for me. I’ll listen to the tragic love-songs of a lifeWith battles the likes of which I’ll never seeAnd weep for their struggle, the battle and their fightBut

Stranded

In the midst of all this water In the lake of tears I cried I sit here on my island Trying nothing but to hide From what’s falling down around me And the ruins left inside Constantly wishing, hoping, praying That my pain will finally subside. – But as the sky around me darkens And

Empty.

I want, so muchfor you to see me.But I’m scared you’ll seeright through the layersso carefully constructed to hideall that remains to be seen. Because when you truly see meand discover what lies beyond this faceI’m afraid I’ll find my darkest spacethrough knowing eyeswho’ve seen the wholeof a truth I can’t be facing. Yet it’s

The burn

I let the heat engulf my body,As I slide into the water slow.Slip my head beneath the surface,And ponder what I know… While my oxygen runs out,And my chest begins to burn,Like it has these past few months,When I was forced to learn… That I will be alone,Not just in this porcelain tomb,With my head

Cookie crumbles

As I wait for the next batch of food to arrive,From the hands of another stranger..I stare at a lonely crumb on the edge of the couch. So gruesomely brokenTorn away from the whole it once was.Just a remnant of a previous self. Useless now. A mere distraction.And just a reason for cleaning up.No longer

Breach the walls

You slipped in unnoticed, Through a tiny crack – in the walls I’d so carefully kept. Took up your space, In a heart unbroken – Unphased by its limitations. Then left chaos in your wake, as you tore down those walls, and left behind a gaping void – in a heart now framed in jagged

A simple sum

So about this ‘alone’ business…Do you even know how lonely it is?Having to spend each night by yourself…When there’s only one thing you miss? I mean, I am (of course) great company….And it doesn’t really take all that much to see…That when it comes to myself….I don’t mind it being just me. Except for the

Play your cards right

It could have been so different.It should have been so different.My heart knows it. My soul believes it.It is nothing but a solemn truth. If only the world had been different.If only we had been different.They knew it. We never believed it.But it was always an undeniable truth. If only it had been a different