To forget someone
You need to remember first
And that's the odd thing

So many
heartaches
In the world
Are we compatible
Boys and girls.
Love is like
A ring of fire
Rights and wrongs
Attached to desire.
I really don’t get it
That’s why I’m alone,
I definitely ain’t
A rolling stone.
On my grave stone
My epitaph will say
An unopened heart
Didn’t come out to play.

If tomorrow comes or not
Today I have got
Stars in the sky found each day
If not just a cloudy day
If now I breath my last
Iam just a life's past

ashes are the softest thing i ever walked through
softer than clouds
softer than rabbit fur
softer than Remi fur
white ashes are dead, black ashes can still burn
watching their skeletons appear as the carbon is all burned up
leave it for a day and check tomorrow
walk barefoot through the dry ashes
burn your foot on buried charcoal
still smoldering
I want to burn you out of my head until it’s all pale and dead forever
only then can I walk amongst your memories contentedly
There’s nothing left to hurt me anymore

You are so precious—
like the tears I try to hide
when joy overflows
and my heart opens wide.

You are so precious—
like a rainbow in the sky,
when the sun breaks through
and the storm says goodbye.

You are so precious—
like sunshine’s gentle rays
warming frozen hearts
on cold winter days.

You are so precious—
like the tender gaze we share,
when words fall away
but our eyes still care.

You are so precious—
like the laughter of a child,
pure and bright,
glowing with a light so wild.

You are so precious—
like a kiss upon the brow,
where souls softly meet
and time forgets to bow.

You are so precious—
like the breath I take each day,
quiet, unseen,
yet keeping life in play.

I'm a good person,
I don't need reminding of it.
Even so,
Friends and family tell me,
I'm a good person.

I'm a good person,
I truly don't have to remind myself.
Even so,
My demons tell me:
"I don't deserve to think I am."

I'm a good person,
No need to remind me.
Even so,
My actions and compassion
Is proof that I am.

I'm a good person,
Sometimes I remind myself.
Even so,
My demons tell me:
"I don't deserve to think I am."

I'm a good person,
My loved ones remind me of this.
Even so,
I don't want to believe it.
At times I feel I don't deserve to.

I'm a good person,
I need to remind myself.
Even so,
Even if I have to remind myself,
I will know...

That I'm a good person.

And I remember thinking—
I wish someone would look at me that way.
As if they had battled it for a lifetime,
Through seasons and snow and sun -
Across cities and oceans and mountains
In innocent youth and wearied age,
As if they had finally surrendered and had no choice but to look.

In the way it takes all a person’s will and strength to look away
And they have been worn down, beaten, bruised
To the point of weakness, of giving up.
And now, all they are left with is their truest self, exposed down to the bone
& no strength to battle the inevitable
Draw of their eyes to mine.

I want someone to look at me as if I am their lifeline,
And their death-bringer.

the casualties of  war
it shocks me
to the core
the
barbed wire fences
at your door
then
we ask
for peace
once more

as long as you say i love you
pouring rain in the afternoon
i will believe you
just because i want to be broken
and when you left me alone in the dark
i will destroy myself
in a room full of dust and tear
my sweet blood
my numb soul
my wounded body
gonna haunt you