There's a new conspiracy going on, Haven't seen you in months, Now I've seen you twice in two days long, The numbers are glitching too, Every one of them leading me to you, Like you all these signs will be soon gone, Without a goodbye or a message that you still belong.

In the silence of the afternoon, I whisper, "I miss yous" To no one but it's obviously for you, And each one of them, Sound like a crack...

Today I asked for a pick me up, I asked for help, But I managed it all, Without any of it, I'm strong, I know, But I don't always want to...

These last hours of August, Feel like an ending of sorts, Of rituals and habits, Some of the lack of it, Awaiting the due of my actions,...

You think I still miss you, When I'm sitting silent at night? Right before I sleep? Right after I wake up? I miss you when I create...

No one taught me this about adulting that, Sometimes, you won't be able to listen to a certain song for over 20 months, Just because it...

Get her flowers, Before she asks for them, Before she thinks if you'll get flowers for her, Before she convinces herself that she can get...

Your memories, Pushed their way again today, To sit, Possibly have a cute, little picnic, On top of my mind. Reminding, reminiscing,...

Does it ever happen with you, That you look at a certain moment, And instantly think, "Oh, he/she would have said something like this...