People wonder how I can let go of someone I love so much, with such ease.
Well, I helped repair his wings so why wouldn't I want him to fly?
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
You write about offering a simple and pure form of yourself. It was meant to be like that. We weren’t ready for each other before now. There is no coincidence in the fact that we met right when I was re-building my life and you are at your best inner-self but yet we both started down a similar spiritual path. That glowing simplicity shines through so clearly and I treasure it. What you are and have to offer from within is worth more than any material item. So many people in this world hide behind their things. Deriving self-value from it, but you really don’t have that option and in a strange way, I am grateful for it. In that I have the opportunity to get to know you in this form, before you go out into the world and feel its many pressures. All of your past mistakes are beautiful because they are a part of who you have become. I love your cracked pieces just as much as any pristine ones, if not more. Sometimes I fear that you will take stock of all my complexities and realize that you just cannot. It’s a bit hypocritical isn’t it? To accept you as you are, but not expect you to do so in return. You are seeing me as I am rising from the ashes to become a higher form of myself. My vulnerable spots are not hidden away by armor or skin calloused from battle. We are both in a place where hiding just doesn’t seem like an option. Just are who we are. I do want you to know, that even if you were not getting out soon, I would still stick with you. You’re beyond worth it.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
Once in a while I miss you
Just now and then
When the planets are in funny positions
So goes my common sense
Late at night when no one else is around
You are on my mind
I ponder all of the good times that we had
But then,
The Universe steps in and reminds me
Reminds me of the nights spent crying behind the bathroom door
Or the shreds of my artwork spread out on the floor as you slept it off near by
About all of the times you told me that I was stupid
When you hit me then told me it was my fault
It is funny how time and our minds play tricks on us so that we almost forget all of the bad things.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Some things never change
You never have
Even after I'm long gone
You're still crying about how the next girl never understands
How the next one can't seem to appreciate that you're her man
Well excuse me while roll my eyes
Excuse me while I laugh at how you're never satisfied
Delusions, illusions, confusion
Whining that your kingdom made of sand melts whenever the tide comes in
That costume crown you wear must make you blind
I guess you didn't learn last time
Blindly demanding respect that you didn't earn
**** some little boys just never learn
Now if you ever read this you would say that I'm just bitter
But in all honesty, I feel like a winner.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Do you ever reach out in the stillness of a Southern California night?
As the tide pulls away from the shore, do you ever wonder if this all turned out right?
Hidden behind steel doors and paper, you once told me that you don't believe in regrets
Perhaps it's just easy for you to forget
I can see the glow of Mother Moon on the waves in your eyes
The parts of you that could never lie
Even in the moment when you made promises with unspoken exceptions
Glass between us, not able to look you in the eye when I realized that we were each other's reflection
In the air that rushes against your face
Amongst the earth beneath your feet
Immersed in the water that you become weightless in,
Hidden in the fire that you find within
Is where I will be found
There is no end for us in sight
This much is clear
It's elemental, my dear
The only secret from you that I ever kept
You are the colors of the galaxy on the back of my neck
Forever asking if you can hear the story of us again and again
Never having to fearfully wait for this all to end
For the bright fiery masses to fall from the sky
As they are enclosed safely behind our eyes
Most people are afraid to let go
But there is a secret that they don't know
Love is infinite, forever on-going
This is why I let you fly
Because I know that when it comes to you there is no such thing as good-bye
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
We fall for the ones who never seem to love us in return
But they need the medicine that we ooze
The broken-winged birds linger above as we try to find our own way
Waiting to be mended with our heart power
We are the healers
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
You are my true love
No matter what path you take
No matter who you lay next to at night
No matter who you have children with
No matter who you watch walking down the aisle dressed in white
I will love you the same
Without conditions
More than the stars in our vast Universe
Unfathomably so
True love is not about being the only partner they ever have
It is not about labels of romantic or platonic
It is not devoting your whole life to someone no matter how they treat you
True love is between two souls who want nothing but the best for the other and loving one another so much that they allow each other to fly
No matter what direction the wind takes them
Even if it is away
Yet still loving them the same
True love is not abusive
It is not vindictive
It is not jealous
It is not holding on with white knuckles because you're scared that you'll lose them
There is no need to hold on because true love is an indestructible thread that binds us together far past the sight of man
So I will find the comfort of others arms
And follow my own path with great joy
But never love you any less then I do now
Souls never forget
This is how I love you, truly
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
To the Person Who Can’t Hear This,
In my room, half-clothed, wondering where the **** to go. I look out the window to see a promising sunset, supposed to remind me that I made through another day. Another day that you’re not here. Everyone tells me that I’ve gone on to a better place as if I’ve passed on to another plane of existence, no longer in the same world as you. Was leaving you supposed to set me free or did it just bury me? The bulletproof glass of being too late is where I broke my bones trying not to be the unloved undead. It will….not…shatter…But I do. The crimson, metallic liquid pouring out of my wounds taking form as all the words that you ever said. While the enveloping venom is all that you didn’t. No matter how much I scream you see nothing as this glass is a two-way mirror. All you see when you look my way is how ******* good you that you look today. You know what they say: out of sight, out of mind. But no one ever told me about being out of your world and being driven out of my mind.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
I feel ******* invisible
Being in your past
But I can't even scream out how I feel because I'm not even supposed to miss you
To everyone around me,
You are public enemy number one
The villain who left scars
Who used me as emotional target practice
You ripped me up into pieces
To use me as fuel for your fire
For your ego
Why the hell would I miss you?
Underneath the floorboards of the ruins of the house that we built
Are the metaphorical polaroids of my secret
The fact that I almost lost my life just to escape
Because playing house with you is fatal
Making eggs and bacon for my own personal dementor
Because playing house with you is playing Russian Roulette alone
as you are too busy being the gun
And as I was hanging by the last apron string
You grew weary of the decor
But didn't bother to give your 30 days notice
This house is nothing but broken glass and ashes now
But I visit when no one is looking
Finding a broken reflection
Now you've built a house with someone new
And this house doesn't even exist to you.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Tonight I miss the Bronx,
I want to feel the cold east wind on my face
And have him pull my cold hand into his jacket pocket
That was my home,
He was my home
I want to hear the screeching of the halting 2 train in distnace as he slides between my legs
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC