my body is empty
it is exactly 3 30
i read a happy poem
and i began to cry

I know what I did now,
I can understand it.
I know why you don't look at me now,
I can see it.
I know why we are broken now,
I can't fix it.

I can feel the gravity of grasping your heart
and pulling at it hard and fast;
reeling you in and turfing you out
unintentionally cruel.

People speak of heartbreak often; I am no exception
except this time,
it is me that is the cause
Funny how it takes hindsight to realise
how terrible humans can be to each other,
especially when they think
that they're acting
out of love.

You got lost at the very start
You were raised by strangers
Thought that you were unwanted
Not enough

Hard to find a place
Somewhere to settle, to stay
A place safe and warm
Home, a place to call

No time to find yourself
When you’re busy with too much
Life throws more lemons at you
Than it does at everyone else

I don’t know what to say
Except “stay strong”
But as if that could make things better
I wish I could do more

Just know that you’re not unwanted
That I’m here with open arms
A place called home can be a person
Ready to catch all the lemons life throws at us

I know that there are some things I can’t understand
But if there ever comes a time when you need a hand
Let me know and I’ll be there
A listening ear, a shoulder to cry on when you can no longer bear

I hope you don’t shut yourself out from the world
Thinking no one will care
And suffer alone
It’s too much to withstand

Some say that falling in love can have similar neurological effects to that of *******. This “drug” does not only affect the depths of the heart’s desire, but the complexity of the mind as well. Love is more than just a feeling, and so when the feeling does exist, it  becomes a power, and this power can overcome almost anything. Love though, may not always lead to a happy ending; in fact, its power may lead one unto the path of heartache. Mahatma Gandhi once said, “Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable.”

my body is a hotel full of guests who do not pay their bill
room 1 houses a boy who wraps his hands around my throat as he asks about my father
whispers from next door ask him if he is really afraid to die
they seem to come from inside the foundations of the building
and his upstairs neighbours are always banging on the floor in the hopes that he will notice them
my walls want to cave in on themselves
and the dining room is always full of monsters
bathroom drains clogged with hair and ****, pipes moaning in fear
i am filling up and it is terrifying
a sick, sick man is squatting in the basement
all of my residents know, but nobody says anything
out of politeness or fear
until it is too late, until
he has breathed his infection into the air
then transferred into the lungs of my occupants
using me as a conduit