I looked at the nightly skies and marvelled at the sight.
For what I saw before me,was the sky kissing the stars.
And oh,how the stars dazzled ever brightly
When they met the loving embrace of sweet darkness.
And all I could think of was-it should've been us.

Me and you,against the world like a pair of villians.
Laughing madly at the chaos and destruction,that our love has left in its path.
But no,the world crushed our dreams,like the weight of gravity which keeps us grounded-
unable to reach the dreams that we had drawn in the sky,with the phantom brushes of our imagination.

How cruel the world is...
Cause we thought that we had a fairytale,but the world drenched our dreams like a bucket of water,
As if to wake up someone unconscious.
And awaken us,it did-cos we were forced to face reality.
Unable to hide the curtain of fantasy,provided by our lofty dreams.

And as we fell deeper into the pits of darkness,
We saw no light at the end of the tunnel.And thus we knew,that the end was near.
Because darkness,is the absence of hope.
And as I saw the light in your eyes die,
I knew that you had given-given up on us.

And even though we had not said "till death do us apart" -this was written in the stars.
Cause what we had,was enough to swallow up seas like unquenchable beast.
What we had was bigger than marriage vows,
Bigger than anything words could ever hope to express.

But the world was against us.
We were like David fighting Goliath,without God on our side.So we had no Higher Power,
Which could help us defeat the giants that we had to overcome.
Because jealousy,insecurities and doubts,were demons that we had to face on our own.

We were supposed to be Romeo and Juliet that would make it.
The ones that would pierce the cloud of tragic love,like the sun during a cloudy day.Thus,transforming it into a fairytale type of love.

And so,as I look at this clear night sky,filled with the smiling auras of the stars.I can't help but think that- it should've been us...

It takes a lifetime to love.
It takes falling through the abyss,
being torn to nothing,
and still fighting for someone
after everything
to love.
Love is not easy,
nor is it always kind.
Love tells the truth
when the truth is not desired.
Love is easy to fall into,
easier to fall out of,
and nearly impossible to maintain.
But let it guide you and you’ll see:
love will ask but will also give,
love remains while all else fails.
Love will not conquer,
but instead will guide.
Love will persist
when all else dies.

We dance in the ashes like
Literary scavengers.
In the ruins and after rages
We draw the shreds of words and pages
Around our naked bodies like Blankets,
A quilt of the quintessential struggle
Which all people suffer

If you are a suicide survivor
Inbox me your name
And I’ll add it to my tattoos of others

You guys mean the world to me
And I have my own name on my arm
Because I too, am a suicide survivor.

Spring decided to take this year off.
The winter was brutal, blanketing roads,
Living up the mayhem of snow and ice.

There was maybe one day, green grass,
Wind between a whisper and a scream.
Ending as quickly as it had began.

Freezing rain to Summer sun.
The heat beating, sending the cold packing.
And Spring nowhere to be found.

No April showers, or blooming flowers.
Just the ice and fire, no place inbetween.
Autumn, will be long overdue.