And so,
I accepted myself,
invited myself,
and cheered myself.

To say it right,
the cake was baked by me,
and eaten by me
Full stop

Love on the Plaza

I wrote to her
my fantasy love letters,
and she replied
to them
in reality.

Jessica,
3rd Home,
Little Attics Apartments—
you were crude
and jolly,
and now,
irreplaceable.

#love #lovers #nostalgia #heartbreak

"Who do you know, boy?"
"Myself—a hell of a lot of myself."
"Isn't that enough?"

#artist #prose #life #selfesteem

I have to realize that
anything I do now
amounts to something greater-
a good sleep,
an understanding that I am human after all,
a walk through quiet forests.

All these things
are of great help to me,
even when they earn me none
of the dimes
that are often needed
to pull myself out of this abyss.

Maybe all that we want
is already taken—
no matter how much
we cry,
yearn,
lament,
we never seem
to get what we seek.

#goal
#life
#prosepoem
#doubts
#philosophy

She was covered in flowers,
blooms of every scent and hue.
Yet, she was so alone—
the kind of loneliness that could kill.

Imagine tombstones,
not of the forgotten,
but of the murdered,
adorned with flowers of all sorts.

People had spoiled her with flowers.

#love #broken #sad #life