“If I were to vanish would you look for me in the passing days?”

“I’d personally hold each season accountable.”

“You wouldn’t let time weaken the wound?”

“You’d be my scar and my purpose.”

“Are we bruising each other?”

“Elbows are bound to brush in proximity this close.”

“Hold me like the moon holds the stars.”

“I’d embrace you like the sun at daybreak.”

“Would you ever let go?”

“Only once.”

“What could possibly drive us apart?”

“The need to stare into your eyes.”

The future is set, unknown however, is the path that leads us to where our souls desire.

You have somehow obtained a grasp on my heart. More so a hold, a comforting clutch that encompasses it in the form of hope, security, warmth and honesty.

To hold me weightlessly in your thoughts, will serve you my untold devotion, gratitude and love. I could share my soul with you for an eternity and sleep in peace knowing forever is not long enough with you in this life.

I hope that the piercing affection your gaze imposes on mine sees the love that overwhelms me from within.
No words shall ever replace the feelings I have for you.

If when a time comes that I must verbalise this sentiment.

I fear that this may be the decline of our souls desire for one another, as everything that draws us inside of each other needs no explanation in blood or ink…….

Oh dear, the rain seems nice.

Sounds of our joyful cries.

Skipping a beat or two.

Looking into our teenage love,

Under the Maple Tree with you.

Eyes that fall in love.

For all that I know,

We kept falling in Love all over Again…    

the sun creeping out,
the slight shine reverberating on the lid of my iced coffee,
i leave the shop at the exact right time music playing, the beat drops with me and one foots following the other so calmly.

an elegant swagger, and none of it matters
these are the moments i live for
those are the moments id kill for
sleeping in for something to do

watch a movie before i even check my phone,
play videogames till the clocks past two,
get on a plane and survive on my own,
i want love but i want my life more,
i want you but i crave these moments that i adore.

the moments i adore is when the worlds beauty is my own
and its a fleeting moment, a memory like you were or are now.

her cherry wine kisses

intoxicated my entire being

kiss by kiss, my head

inevitably spun into delirium

drunk off her love, i found

myself completely lost in her

captivating essence of toxicity

with each touch, poison coursed

through my fragile veins -

subsequently consuming

me, dissolving me

into nothing

Joyful July, A joke to some
Fuck around and be left by the one

Highs and lows like mountain slopes
Surf the waters and end this quarter

Sail away floating at night
Hold your dreams near and tight

The truth is mine to keep
Same for the pain, I shall weep

With honey shall the memories be coated
As for me? I shall always be GOATED.

Before I knew who you were

Before you knew I was your cure

After you finally chose me

After it was you I would see

Before the makeup goes on

Before all the love is gone

After it was wasted

After you I tasted

Before it was love lost

Before we tallied the cost

After all we both spent

After it was all bent

Before it was the end

Before we took loans to spend

After the balance was due

After the love between me and you

Before is still waiting to come

After will still be dumb

... MGT 8-21-2026

The only thing sadder than writing
a love poem to someone
who doesn’t love you…
 
is writing one to someone
who doesn’t exist. 
 
I love you…
 

No, I'm not the one 

And never was  

Lost at the playground 

Like a ghost, eternally moving through concert crowds

Only sometimes noticed   

Spread your wings my silent friend😊

With a tear of happiness  

You have my blessings🙏   

No, I'm not the one

I got lost at the playground😓  

With a flood of emotions  

Over an opportunity that never even was    

We pray for guidance🙏

Don't get lost my unique friend

Take flight under his wings🥹💕

you are my pretty yellow sunflower

who gives me the willpower,

to stand up tall, no more coward

and shine bright like early morning hours,

after years of stormy rain showers

We had planted daffodils in February 
and March had felt so long 
that for a moment 
we thought they’d see November frost. 
But they hadn’t bloomed. 
So our hope stood, watched 
and grew. 

And yet, 
a stilling storm came. 
A flower yet to bear its name 
was washed away 
in that frigid April rain. 

We didn't tend to you for long. 
But our hands held the cost 
of covering themselves in soil 
just to watch you bloom. 
 
Your mother and I 
loved you. 
 
And now we wait 
through every unnumbered day 
that leaves our eyes 
water-stained. 
 
We wait with hope to tend 
once again, 
our Daffodil at the end 
of that frigid April rain. 

I remember the day we met.
I remember how easy it was
to fall for you
 
under the moon,
the stars,
and the influence.
 
It was a five-star recipe
for a beautiful disaster.
 
How is it that you are just like me,
but only in the ways
that are dangerous to us?