I haven't written in a while.
Not properly. Not like this.

My pain died, with love being the brave warrior that killed it -
                                                                         and one I am thankful for. It's just a shame my creativity was linked to it, but what a fair price to pay.

At the end of the day?

I am happy.

You give and give.
    But you can only give so much.
Because eventually you run out of pieces of yourself.

And after you stop giving.
  They start to take.
They take and take.
Until they have you ,
And you are no longer complete.

Why can't we love
without getting
hurt?

i'm trying to stay here
trying to find my place in this hell
trying to find a reason to breath




all i do is try
i can't even do that

Some want to redistribute wealth
Perhaps instead we should redistribute love
Then wealth would redistribute itself