It's better to love him from afar.
I offer peace and sanctuary to all including those he loves
Perhaps if I had just lied about my feelings for him he'd still be here...
I am trying to simmer my internal fire from burning everything that matters.
She if often misunderstood for being a storm when she is simply a rainbow after one.
Another love poem about not having any love.
A micropoem about loneliness and longing.
Another melody from my head... No in between, you're everything
I could face heaven or hell as long as it was with him.
Cast endless rays on me please with your eyes
He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.
The poem says perfection doesn't exist but my love for you does.
Let's carve our names in our tree! 🙂 A poem about togetherness and separation. And how badly I crave his garden. (If you're reading this, I love you if you didn't already know).
Letting go is so hard. I can't. I love him. I shouldn't but I do... 😦
We were made for each other. Yin and yang.
Seems like I'm getting hit from all sides lately; a new mantra to remind me to keep putting one step forward, keep moving, keep breathing, keep living! Pain teaches us that we're alive!! Depression isn't forever! Good times will come again! Don't give up!!
In the eye of a storm, one final poem.
I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.
Try my love on and wear it awhile.
Where did all the sunshine go? A poem or metaphor about sunshine and depression.
bodies connecting, energies resulting
It's possible love makes one completely delusional but what is life without hope!?!
He's stuck with my love. Forever and ever.
This one is short but holds something special.
I need him like a drug, like the very air I breathe.
I am a wasteland
The problem with being a fallen angel is sometimes you bite when you don't mean to. Sometimes we cast the wrong spell & summon the wrong demons inside us. (The truth is, I never want to hurt him. I just want to love him the way I was intended to love him).
I have small feet and her shoes are kinda big...
His love will scorch you. Your heart might get burned.
I am a hopeless romantic y'all...
Lower your arms, I withdraw
The cost of mistakes, the price of reason
Island of a thousand fucking tears - depression fucking avenue - loneliness - isolation - heartbreak - unrequited love
A poem describing Alexander Ebert because I've never met anyone with more love and he's teaching me how to love and be human. The message here is love.✌