“This time you are not broke and alone. You have yourself.”

If you keep quiet and claim that your silence speaks, you’re silently part of the cruelty that goes around you. Thus make your voice sing.

His love held the scent of lavenders, as i carved them into poetry.

Your soul holds the entire night sky.

Here rests the soul who soared for the skies and lied beneath arcane words, left in solitude.

I wrote my story in verses on these petals with sounded silences.

S-T-I-T-C-H your heart with tones of self love.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Somewhere while loving you, I forgot to love myself.

Its in you where i belong.

Once, I found myself breaking down between “its okay” and “its not”.

The world is in search of the happiness in you.

Bloom with your colors and fluttering wings of hope and smiles.

I am in love with the flickering stars that illuminated your darkest nights.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.

I flew with my dandelion dreams into the wild, unknown.

Blurred tomorrows are here to bring you smiles.

In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.

You and I are the greatest love story ever untold.

My mum and I have an incredible friendship now after a mixture of pain, honesty, unconditional love and a long break from each other

Tragic breaks my heart but its when I feel most alive.

I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.

There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.

I think you can challenge people, but you don’t want to break people down. But you’ve got to sometimes just pull them aside and say, you know, you’re OK but you could be better.

I met you the way a fast car meets a tree. The slightest slip sent me careening into you. Half-conscious I remained at the scene, bones broken, blood spilled, fire burning.