How will I ever learn to love myself when the people who are supposed to love me unconditionally don’t love me all?

I can no longer tell it it’s pride or indifference that’s preventing us from getting back to way things used to be.

Thinking about how fragile life is, and yet we keep planning the future. It’s strange how we need assurances for everything but this.

Courage doesn’t roar. Courage is that small voice at the end of the day that says “I’ll try again tomorrow”.

Just when you thought you were sure of what you want, you meet somebody else out of the blue. You know it’s not what you want, but you keep getting pulled towards it. It is one of the illusions of mind, which essentially clear up with time.




it gets easier, somehow.

but not today.


If I knew

If I knew,
that it was going to end soon
I would have held your hand,
a little tighter.
Kissed your lips,
a little longer.

If I knew,
that I’d be losing you,
I should have told you I love you,
a few more times.
And prepared myself,
a little better.

Only if

Only if I knew.



Welcome to Society

Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it’s in the right way.

Make sure you love your body,
Not to much or we’ll tear your down,
We’ll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown.

We’ll tell you that you’re worthless,
That you shouldn’t make a sound,
And then cry with all the others,
As you’re buried in the ground.

You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it’s who we choose,
And we’ll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views.

Welcome to society,
We promise that we won’t deceive,
And one more rule now that you are here,
There’s no way that you can leave.


Would You?

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with “Pain”

Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all their stories,
I’m too scared to speak.

Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain,
Isn’t always my fault.

Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
“You’re too precious to cry”

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And though we’re lonely,
We were never alone.


Our Great Perhaps

It wasn’t love.
Dear God, I know it wasn’t love.

It wasn’t love, but it wasn’t nothing either.

And perhaps,
it was just stolen glances in long corridors,
or laughing a little too much at each other’s jokes.

it was just feeling giddy
at touching knees and pausing before breathing their name.

Well, perhaps;
it was just painting smiles on your faces,
whenever you hear their name.

“And I know it wasn’t love” I said.

But it could have been.

I’m sure, in another time, or in another place.

It could have been.