i know i need help
but my mind won't adapt
i know it's not your fault
for trying to love
me when i can't
seem to love myself
i know i'm a dysfunctional
mess but i love it
i know i need help
but my mind is comforting.
i know you're going to
leave but i'm fine
leave me with the comfort
of my own thoughts.

she is the sun
and he's her world
spinning ever so slowly
until she warms every
Fiber of his being.

I sit in silence as the rain falls down the window pane--
each droplet more fierce than the last.
fragile footsteps embrace the threshold
and the rain stops.

Scattered little ants dread the earth,
aimlessly dancing amongst the shadows.
from these heights, the world drifts into dust.
what a glorious sight as I fall one last time.

can you come to my rescue
when everything else seems to
be falling apart around us?

can you be th e
one to
pu t  me
back
together

again?

One day someone’s going
To find a book of my poetry
After I have left this world
And they’re going to see
All the brokenness, loneliness, hopes
And dreams
The good, the bad, the pretty
And the ugly
And they’re going to smile
And say:
“I would’ve loved her even on
Her worst day.”

I was with you,
But you were never with me.
If I’m being honest,
We’ve lost ourselves.
Searching for perfect candor.

I watched my castle burn down but you came and rebuilt it.
I watched my heart break but you came and mended it.
And just like that
I fell in love.

the moon stole her heart
and used it for its own perverted purposes.
the moon's a *****.

Take off the blinds, unveil the darkness.
Let the light in before it flees.
Undo the shackles of your heart—
Take a chance for new romance.

Uncover the scars that mark you—
For they are scars of strength.
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
There’s no place for them.


Bruised but not broken.
Tired but not done trying.
You’re worthy of love.
You’re worthy of living.

To Whom It May Concern—
I’m glad you’re still reading this.
Because it means you’re still here—
And your story continues.

To Whom It May Concern—
This isn’t the end.
It’s the beginning.
Don’t give up.

you are not allowed
to occupy my thoughts
when you destroyed what we had.
but somehow i can still hear
your voice as if you never left.

it's not your fault
that i'm unfixable
even dead souls have
expirations dates:
5-30-19

my brain wants love and affection
but my heart wants freedom from those
tender moments when i gave you
my heart and you threw it in the trash.

i might eat your heart
out if you let me
and spit it back in your face