I tried harder to better my skills with the pen than I did to save us
I was, no,
I am selfish, self centered
I'm not a pro at what I do
But I fail a lot more to keep us going ,
When I tried to keep up with everything she said
I'd zone out thinking about what next to write
But every time, I came up empty .
How do I put my soul to words ?
When I can't even find the voice in my soul, no
How do I search for something in something so broken ?
I thought I loved her, but I only liked the fact she loved me,
I only love myself
A selfish, egoistic megalomaniac with nothing to lose,not even myself,
I lost myself to vanity long before I could tell,
Love like this I do not deserve
Amour fastice, an act I presumed

"I see, that's why you seem broken",he said to me,"the problem is your origin, from whence you came is in ruins, lest it be fixed you can't take another step forward or you'll cease to be", and a fear so terrifying engulfed me, my knees buckled and my eyes stung with tears. I wanted to scream, I wanted them to know my anguish, feel my fears, know my pain. What purpose was the life I'd led to this point and I asked him,"what if my origin ceased to exist?" And he looked at me with, was that uncertainty? Terror? In his eyes, I was too disoriented to discern and he told me,"boy, then the life ahead of will be one with unimaginable suffering,but should your will stay alive remain unwavering and you survive, then what comes next I am uncertain but one thing is for certain, you'd be different and probably powerful, if you wish to continue, go but make sure a part of you remains the same, do not forget who you are. The little one will stay with me till you return". In that moment I knew what I had to do, Cien couldn't go with me and I had to come back alive for her.

See us
"Where?"
In your gallery

Because that's where we can deceive the eyes of others into thinking we are one- a couple,
I like the idea at the same time I hate the nightmare called reality,
The dream I had will only be a dream, what hope has it to be real?

The  inspiration to surpass expectation,
Limiting myself to these 4 walls,
Feels like they've blocked my sight
Set for the horizon
I don't see the lights across them anymore.
Emptiness that is endless,
I try to try and wake up from my slumber
But this thing has kept the poet asleep for a long time,
That fire that burnt brightly almost snuffed
This talent of great potential to influence the world
Bring it to clarity, I'm letting this laziness overshadow it like a blanket of darkness,
Nonetheless it shall try but the awakening,
The awakening is upon us.