Writing Fireworks

Drawing Pixels. Catching Breath. Writing You.

The Morning After Love

There will be bloodshot eyes and empty bottles. Blank walls with nails of photographs that used to hang there. There would be shadows of a love you will try hard to ignore. Even after the sun has set and the shadows are everywhere. Rooms would be quite a little more spacious and a lot more quiet except for the clinking broken pieces that used to be a heart.




I’m moving here. The pen is ready.

Let’s see if it works.

I’ll see you in a while.

Come back…


Tired chasing the world.
Walking away…

Let the world chase me for a change.

If you asked me if I loved you, how can I tell you?

I love you more than I could ever describe.
I love you more than I could attempt to tell you.
I love you more than my riches,
more than my sanity, more than anybody else.
I love you so much that I am willing to let you go
If you’d ever want to leave.
I love you so much that I’ll live and die and outlive death if it be so.
I love you so much that I’ll never ask if you loved me back.
I love you more than you’ll ever care to know.

The Unforgotten Room

I still remember you kiss my cheeks as I look outside that window
Somewhere far, a lifetime ago.
I still remember you hold me tight, I still remember you hug me close
Somewhere far, long ago.
If I can go back to that place, If I can go back to that time, 
If I could, I’ll give these all up a second time.
And when it ends, I’ll wish again.
I’ll give these all up once more.
Over. And Over. And Over.

Love Circles

Believe me when I say I tried. Believe me, I cannot forget you.

Teach me. Please teach me how.
Tell me when to make a forward move.

You make it so hard.

Just when I’m almost there, you pull me back to you.

In no time I’m back to where I started.

Which is where I wanted to be. In the first place.





Always You


Sometimes I wonder
If you were placed in my life
Just so I can write sad poems.
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