White like snow

White person with their back facing you, hands reaching behind to hold their long, blue hair.

I can see her back facing mine,

White like snow, translucent under the moon

The curve of her shaking shoulders

As she sobs into the night.

The break of her voice before it quietens,

The eventual silence before the break of dawn

Silently she’ll stand naked in the dawn of light,

With her back, still facing mine.


Pink person is leaning forward as their right hand holds onto the back of their hair - long, blue and in a half up-do. They are wearing a green top with neon yellow nails.

There is this overwhelming feeling of sadness

That wells up in my chest

And claws frantically at the throat.

This shadowing feeling of hollowness,

This overwhelming feeling of lonesomely calling,

Between wanting to say the words that cannot be said,

And the words that shouldn’t be said,

Then the words that I wanted to say,

Actually, in the end

Nothing is said.

I’ll never

Pink person is leaning back whilst their index and middle finger are pressed against the base of their throat. They are wearing a blue, wide scooped top. Their short, green bob is slicked back.

I’ll never be able to forget you

No matter how hard I try.

I think and think

Of yesterday.

And of yesterdays, your face remains.

Your laughter and your words,

They’ll always painfully remain

To remind me of the mistakes that I had made.

And god, I mis you so much.

Even if I write a thousand poems,

I’ll never be able to write enough.