Swanned

I write poetry in your eyes, my eyes are blurred,
Perhaps I’m saying amen to an impossible prayer.
I hide myself in a deep, secret place,
Afraid to lose you, I dare not bring you out.
Feelings I try to keep alive, yet struggle to kill.
Swanned.
Now, I endure for the only thing left inside me:
The thrill of reaching the sea.

Bloody Moon

Yet, I never wept in daylight,
Never spoke with the absence in my pocket.
With bloodshot eyes upon the sky,
I never gazed,
Never sighed with a broken smile
Yet, I never screamed in silence,
Never proved my fate was madness to you.
Within me, smoke and sorrow
Within me,

A bloody moon and these bloodstained eyes.

Farewell

My story began with the first letter of the alphabet
A little, just a little bitter, filled with sorrow.
My dearest, whom I could never cherish,
I am sending you off from my springs, from a snowflake
I tried not to let us stay only in poems,
Yet an ocean flowed through my nights,
And so, every night, I lost my source of life.
With a song in my ears, I pulled my hands from my pockets,
Wishing the cold wouldn’t be the only thing that mattered.
Now, I try to forget, though I know nothing can take your place
My fears, my worries—at least these,
I no longer think of them,
I leave them behind along the way.
Farewell,

My sunset, my moonrise.