RECONCILE

I can’t remember your name.

Let’s go back to the start

we’ll do it all over again.

We’ll mend each others heart

like we always did before

but it’s different now,

love is not here anymore.

Even if we took our vow

we’ll try to make it through,

to always be with each other,

calm ourselves and be sober.

I guess we’ll call a truce

and live again to fight another.

Credits to the Photo Owner

ENDING THE STIGMA

They say it’s a chemical imbalance to think and feel this way,
Maybe we still do have a chance for tomorrow is another day.

“It’ll be okay” that’s what they say for them they think it’s just a phase, just another case of a trend but it’s not my friend.

Let’s talk about it instead but let me just state this. It’s not aesthetic to wish you were dead.
Let’s discuss it without romanticizing what is being said.

Disappointments arise from feeding information,
I hope it’s not all just for the sake of attention,
not more lives to be at stake and be a consolation— a failed product of this discussion.

YOU

You lit me up while I was in the midst of my darkest night, you were my moon and stars that shine so bright— you were my light.

You brought back the life in my eyes, you showed me the truth behind all the lies, you stayed when all I knew was good byes.