Him Diaries: Entry #3

Then. I remember the candle lit to make of my face, the rain adding to the drama, and your unexpected face coming from the door. Now. Do you know I’ve been thinking of you even before that happened? Did you see pink roses amidst the dark? Have you noticed how silent I’ve suddenly become? Then. If you could…

Him Diaries: Entry #2

If only a poem is worth genuine love, many will abandon life in exchange of poetry. But all poets are broken, all have bled. For to write metaphors, one is to shed tears. It’s like dying to live again. To think of you so I can stop the act of doing so. This and life is one…