Faithful You have been,
And faithful You will be.

I asked for the moon,
He gave me the sun.

I wanted a kiss,
and I tasted the galaxies in her lips.

I asked her for love,
and she gave me her heart.

She looks at me not with love, but with hate. . .

You see, that's the thing about life. All of a sudden it kind of just cuts off mid sen–

No one really has answers—
Just stories.

You see,
I get it.
I get it when people say, "there's nothing too big that you can't handle," or,
"God will never put you through anything you can't handle", or,
"There's no obstacle too big. . ." yada yada *******.
I get it.
I get that it serves as a reminder to us that no matter what we face in life, we are already strong enough to overcome it.
It's true. I totally get it.

But that's *******.
Everything about those sayings and statements is *******.
I want people to look at my life—I want people to look at what I've gone through and say,
"How the **** did he do that??"
I want to look at my life,
And say,
"How the **** did I do that??"
I want to be able to say that life had me cornered, but I fought my way through.
I want to be able to say that life had me backed up, but I pushed back harder.
I want to be able to say that life knocked me down, but I got back up again, again, and again.
I want to be able to say that I conquered my mountains,
I conquered my Goliath's,
I conquered the very thing that I thought I was incapable of and unqualified of conquering.
I want to be able to say that I got through things that were BIGGER than me.
And I want to be able to say that life was pressing me,
But I got stronger.
I got better,
And I got smarter.
I want to be able to say that life dragged me to my breaking point,
But I pushed it to the next level—beyond my limits.
I don't want to say "nothing is too big"
Because to me that basically says that nothing I face is worthy of something—
That nothing I face will make me stronger,
Will make me better, and shape me into the person I am today.

Character is forged through the fire of life. And we can only see what we are made of when we take on a life that is bigger than ourselves.

Not all wounds,
Turn into scars.

And from the dirt,
Man was formed.
And from the mouth of God
Breathed life to give life.
Of all the things God created
You and I
Took his breath away.

I do not have the body of David.
Sculpted and chiseled from the hands of an artist.
I do not claim to have eyes
that were kissed by Aphrodite herself.
My skin does not glow
under the scorching sun.
The world does not flock to me,
and not a lot of people
are quite fond of me.
I am not what you wanted
and what you asked for.
But this is life,
and in this life,
we shouldn't ask for more.

And out from her mouth
Came the kind of song
That connected the heavens and earth,
The mountains and sky,
And space to eternity.
Her love didn't make sense,
But it was perfect.
The kind of perfect that left you breathless
After a good hard ****.
The kind of perfect that left you gasping for air
After the world has tried to drown you
And all the stars were cheering you on.
Poetry, and rainbows
Are not suppose to make sense
But if you look at it
From a different perspective
Then maybe,
Maybe it will.

We forget the things we want to remember,
Yet we remember the things we want to forget.

My eyes alone
Are not enough
To hold everything
That you are.

If our love
Is not enough
To make you
Forget about
Old lovers.

Then please leave.

I was never afraid of fire.
And maybe that's why
I fell in love with you.

My bones,
They whisper.

Can you hear your name?

Making love to you was never about us lying naked in bed.
Making love to you was whenever our foreheads rested on each other
And our heads were gently tucked carefully on our necks.

She speaks like the rain,
And walks like thunder.

And here I am,
Picking up the broken pieces that he left.
But I'm not a janitor, baby.
Nor am I him.
I am an artist,
And I can create anything out of nothing.
You are the blank canvas
And I am the paint.

This is not the pinnacle of our existence.

Meeting you was just a stepping stone into another season of life.

Stay with me. . .  
Walk with me. . .
Run with me,
And we'll conquer this ******* world together.

Turn up the volume.
Drown out the thoughts.

**** playing games.
I need someone who's down for me
And only me.

The sound of our heavy breathing filled the silence around us.
Our bodies glistened with sweat
From the sunlight that pierced through the window blinds and rested on our skin.
There was nothing but love in the air
And your soul that was soaked into my bedsheets.

I am enough.
I am enough.
I am enough.
I am enough.
I am enough.
With or without you,
**I am enough.

Listen to the cadence of my heart,
mind,
and soul.

*It beats for you

With you I can feel everything.
Black,
White,
And every shade of gray in between.

Everything I am
Misses
Everything you are

Thank you for missing me.

No one has ever done that before.

I'd like to have *** on the beach with the one I love with the stars above us and nothing but her body and the cold sand under us.

Don't be so vain to think you're a *******.
I'm the whole log of ****.
Heaven has enough poets,
Satan needs a new advocate.

I'd rather have bad days with you,
Than good days without you.

If this is all a lie,
Then this would be the sweetest lie
I have ever tasted.

If what we have is not love,
Then may I never know what love is.

In the end,
I am an admirer of good stories.
but you were not meant to be a story
to be looked back upon.
If truth be told,
I would like to look back in time with you
right by my side.

How can I let
The demons from the past
And the ghosts inside my head
Keep me
From enjoying what has been placed in front of me.

The ghosts whisper.

Whisper
Whisper
Whisper.

Haunted by a demon that no longer lives
Within me.
The Devil doesn't need to do anything,
When it's me who's holding the blade to my throat.

Screaming as the chatter screams louder
Louder
Louder.

But there's nothing.
No one.

I cry and scream
And cut open my throat
And let the blood fill my lungs
Blaming everyone and everything,
Blaming demons and ghosts,

When it was me holding the blade.

"No wonder they all left."

Love doesn't always arrive
In the form of a bestfriend.
Nor does it always have a fairy tale beginning.

Sometimes,
Love arrives in the messiest,
Dirtiest,
Muddiest times in our lives.

But how great is it
To be walking out of hell,
To be walking out of the mud,
With someone by your side.

I told myself years ago,
If to love meant to stay muddy and bruised then I will forget what it is like to ever be clean.

And alas, love has arrived
And love is here.

I wrote my heart away with the blood
From the gashes you made in my soul.

I strung together words and orchestrated metaphors
To bring life into the pain you brought into my life.

I created you to be better
Than what you actually were.

I strained—
I pressed on to get where I am today.

How foolish of me to think the sun shined from your ***
When it was really hell gasping for air.

When confusion comes,
And the rooster crows.
When darkness settles,
And coldness falls,
I will hold your hand,
Through it all.

**** the boy

Before he kills you

No one is going to be there to cheer you on at three in the morning
When your demons are picking you apart.
No one is going to be there to stand by your side
When you're all alone facing Goliath.
While the world is sleeping,
You are fighting an empire.
The world will wake up in a couple hours
Oblivious to the fact that you were up all night
Fighting a war.

where are you. . .

I should be sleeping,
instead of waiting for you to reply.
you're probably sleeping.
i want to sleep too,
but i can't.
i can't.

We didn't come on this planet to learn perfect love.
We came from perfect love and we are going back to perfect love.
We forget that a relationship consists of two broken people who choose each other.
Like two wounded animals coming together and fighting to survive in a forest
That contains things ready to **** them.

Before we met we were two wounded animals.
We still are two wounded animals,
But as the days go by and the months go by,
We are learning to adapt in a world that is fighting to **** us off.
Struggling to stay afloat in an ocean that is ready to drown us.

But as long as I'm by your side
I will choose you
And fight for you
Until. . .

Until well. . .
You say so.

Star-crossed lovers?
More like clashing meteors.
We were soaring from opposite ends of the galaxy,
And somehow,
Written in the foundations of time before the world was formed,
We were meant to cross paths.

At first it was brutal,
At first it was painful.

Everyone said love is beautiful,
But they forgot to mention that it is broken too.

There is something about your sweet,
gentle smile
that warms me up in a way
the sun can not.

when I am with you,

the world doesn't exist.

I will hold you
Like the sun
Holds the moon
And the ocean
Holds the sky.

Ocean breath and salty lips,
We kissed the wounds that were carved into our skin,
And it burned.
We're swimming in an ocean we have never swam in before
And the farther we swim,
The longer we swim,
We will become free.
Free from everything that was latched onto us before we met.
They will call for us.
Scream for us.
Cry for us,
But we will swim,
Swim,
And swim.

So let's go.

They can have the world,