To love is to die To love is to sacrifice our pride To love is to let someone live within To love is to be hurt some day To love is to know happiness is only real when shared To love is to truly trust To love is to overcome our lust To love is to be irrational To love is to believe To love is to give someone hope To love is to be steady when things get heavy To love is to accept someone else fully To love is to forgive To love is to hold a safe space for someone exactly a

Into the wild He went To be alone Fed up with the demands of western society Fed up with relationships Tired of all the pressure Burnt out by the grind With a deep desire to be in nature All alone . . . He was a young man With a bright future Who went into the Alaskan wilderness To be All Alone He survived for awhile And might’ve even found some peace in the solitude for a few weeks But then he started to get lonely

I’m not sure I have much left to say, my dear I fear I’ve run dry of poetry and tears I blew out the candles, wishing for fifty years While you wished to be free from me So here we are The last light from a dying star You and me The last days of a flame The last of the trickling sand in the hour glass The last seconds of us And as you fade away And our love fizzles out We will be left with pockets full of doubt Did we try hard enough

Our demons didn't dance together like they were supposed to. Our shadows didn’t align. Our past came back to bite us. Our trauma left us wanting. We couldn’t make it work. We couldn’t find our rhythm. Our souls are tied. But our house was built upon one too many lies. We could fight, and we could forgive, but we couldn’t live. We could love, and we could long, but didn’t make it through. We ran. We didn’t try to understand. We just ran. We didn’t stick to the script

One can care too much. One can love too hard. And one can lose themselves completely in that type of love. Yes, it is better to love a little less, and keep yourself, then it is to lose yourself loving someone else. CH 1/1/26

We don't have much time to love: A second, a day, maybe a year. The seasons change, Moments pass us by, As we stay caged by fear. We don't have long to love, it is true, Just in Brief touches; in brief hugs; and in quick kisses. Life moves along. The great wheel needs pushing. The inevitable weight of change constantly calls us forward, And the tender moments fade . . . To lo

The Avoidant and The Anxious fell in love with each other, which is almost never a good thing for those two attachment styles. At first, the love is powerful—magical, even. But after the magic starts to fade, She, The Avoidant, would pull away. When the first bad feeling came, she longed to run away, And he, The Anxious, would drive himself crazy trying to figure out what was wrong. He would feel guilty. And scared. His mind would race and his body would shake. He really

Today, I fight the urge to smash my laptop into pieces against the brick wall next to me. Today, I tried to reread some old poetry, and I wanted to hit the sucker who wrote those things. He knew nothing. Today, I can’t think. Today, I want to drink. Today, I hate writing. Today, I still hurt. Today, this shit doesn’t help. Today, I want to melt. Today, I want to go back to sleep. Today, I don’t want to weep. Today, I will try to move on. Today, I will find the strength to c

I always hated Jay Gatsby. And I always hated Daisy. I never understood them back then. I hated the tragic love story. Yet, Here I am now, at 33, A splitting image of Jay Gatsby And her, My Daisy. . . . Don't you see? All this poetry Is just a party, Hoping the right lady walks in, And reads something that'll get her to love me again . . . I have become Jay Gatsby. And her, My Daisy. . . . . . . . . . Welp, Fuck that shit. I hated Gatsby and Daisy for a reason. CH

I love you enough to let you go Go find the man who you think is better than me Go out and see Feed your curiosity See if anyone will love you better then me Go see Go search for all of eternity And then report back to me Find yourself And find everyone else And see If you can find Anyone who loves you better than me Go searching for clarity Outside and in Explore the depths of your unknown soul But remember There are no guarantees Nothing is perfect There will

No one knows what the future holds No one can control where their story goes Anything is possible Anything can happen Almost everything is out of our control It’s a big universe And we are just a blip in the infinite sea of everything There's not a right place to be There isn’t just one path that must be taken There are infinite ways it could all go An infinite amount of ways it could all unfold No one knows what the future holds No one knows how tomor

She came back to him when she was ready And he forgave her They lived the next fifty years together And even though they went through tough times They were happy They were soulmates They had each other And he was grateful that everything that happened, happened. . . . She came back to him when she was ready And he forgave her They lived the next fifty years together And even though they went through tough times They were happy They were soulmates They had each other An

Things are not okay Not okay at all I lost everything The canary sings The black bird broke her wings The guitar strings snapped Dreams are turning into nightmares I can hardly breath this poisoned air I can hardly think Or do anything besides sleep, drink and repeat I’m not alright I’ve lost the fight I’ve given up hope Even though, No one knows what the future holds I’m giving up on hope All I do is stare up at the sky Or cry I don’t have a

Every time she tried to pull away she came back and loved me more fiercely then she did before. She is my boomerang, and I love her truly. And I will always love her. We were supposed to be together: Today, Tomorrow, And always. Whenever she pulls away she comes back and loves me more then she ever did before. She’s my boomerang, and she always comes back to me. All I have to do is wait. . . . . . . . . . Babe? . . . . . . . . . Love? . . . . . . . . . You are comi

I had a dream last night, Of her bringing her ex into our house, Pulling him by the hand, Taking him right to the bedroom, Not saying a word to me, Or looking my way . . . It’s got to be one of the worst ways anyone could wake up. CH 12/18/25

I’m a little hurt But a lot more free I’m a little broken But a lot more free I’m a little lost But now I can stay me I’m a little miserable But a lot more free to become anything I’m a little wrecked But this way I can keep some self respect I’m a little dead inside But I'm sure some day I’ll rise I’m a little hurt But a lot more free . . . I may suffer from this for all of eternity But . . . at least . . . I get to be .

“Sweet dreams,” is what she says to me, after checking in, to make sure I made it across the country safely. ‘Sweet dreams’ . . . As if anything about my dreams could be sweet right now. She’s not being sweet to me, she just feels guilty. She has no idea what hearing ‘sweet dreams' means to me. I can’t respond to that. I can’t pretend like this isn’t the end. I have to let go of hope, or be poisoned by it. I have to let her go. She deserves freedom. She deserves time.

Maybe feeling this deeply is our super power and should never be shamed? Maybe feeling this much is what it means to be alive? Maybe holding it all inside kills life? Maybe trying to numb the feelings, or distract ourselves from them, kills our power? Maybe doing that hurts what makes us human? Maybe we were made to feel it all—to experience the full spectrum of life? And maybe to suffer greatly is to have cared deeply about something or someon

I wish I could fade away into these words And leave my life behind For you to experience me When you need me For you to experience who I am today And not who I will be I wish I could leave behind the man who loved you in this poem The man you started to get to know The man you started to love I wish I could leave him right here for you So you never forget Who I was Because Who I might become

Here's the thing having loved you, Now, No other woman in the world Will ever come close to you. You’ve ruined everyone else for me. You are the best person alive. My favorite human ever born. I will never love like this ever again. And I will never trust anyone like I trusted you. You ask me how I am doing, And I tell you, “I’ll be okay.” But, I don’t know if that’s true . . . I just don’t know what to say to you. CH 12/17/25