A collection of short love poems I've written; I will probably never say that this work is complete. Languages are English, Afrikaans, and French. Some poems are incredibly dark, just beware.

A year lost in his lust, a year lost in my love.

When love is lost.

Your feet still bleed from the thorns she laid on your way./ But you can walk on my heart, it's lying right here every day./ You can crumble it to pieces if it makes you feel better./ You're treating me exactly how you were treated by her.

The heart is just a vital organ. It cannot break. It can only be healed through dangerous surgery. I tell myself all of those things every day. Yet I still feel the pulling, the shattering, the stuttering, of the vital organ every day. I guess I have you to blame for that.

Those Dreamer Girls are like stars/ freeverse

This time I couldn't save us

Mirroring John Keats style, I was to write an ode to something. Anything. This is about an older man reminiscing about his wife, who is now gone.

The feeling of being rejected or that feeling you get when someone breaks up with you real sucks the life out of you. It's like being a freaking zombie.

Out of control love