I won't apologize
For things I said to your face.
Neither am I sorry,
For those I never said.
Ideas conceived in half hearted attempts to care,
after one fail top many.
Repeatedly making the same mistakes,
With the same people.
Designs made by the architect,
Or maybe revised for personal gain.

I will not uncry tears that were born
from unbearable pain I could not contain.
Wiping moist eyes with bruised thumbs,
Choking on regrets and convicted half truths.
I wear my tears like a safety belt,
To keep my body in check.

I do not regret knowing this life
That shaped me. Bent me. Built me.
I am pulp and foam,
I was made and not pre existent.
I am new.

I love how mornings are a new beginning.
Despite the bloodshed & the tears of the night, the morning seems to purify the soul.
Everything that you say to me to make me question my purpose is forgotten.
Everything, is forgotten.
But as comes the light, the darkness never fails to follow.
No matter how many times the new morning may give us a new start, the darkness of the night creeps back in.
Why can't we escape it?

All I can say is
I guess I'm pretty happy
you asked me that, too.

i used to walk along your fingertips
and dance across your lips,
i always stayed on the outside
of your beautiful body,
never wondering how to enter in

i would sleep upon your skin,
dozing off to the sweet rhythm of your breaths
and the soft thumping of your heart
but i was never curious about them,
at least not from the start

sometimes i would dream
about tasting your lips
and having your hands on my hips,
but i wasn't enough, then
i was too small; too insignificant for someone as big as you

i kept dreaming and dreaming and hoping,
that someday i could be big enough
for you to consider
but you never looked at me, never spoke to me
and i began to wither.

What will you do
when there's mo one there to hold your hand:

will you stand up on your own,
or collapse on the floor?

As I lay here on my bed
I though I could write some
stuff off my mind

"Roses are red
Violets are blue ..
How full of **** are you
you say you love me
but i knew those were lies
you claim me as your love
but I knew you lied by
your cold blooded eyes  "

I wrote that poem to you as our breakup
words
I wanted to last with you .. you know forever
but you seem not care
cause you moved on and living a happily life
but there's me ..

moping and crying
praying that the pain will just
go away but no its stays there just
haunting me with every lie and cheat
and pathetic waste of love

I just wanna say one last word to you ...

are you happy now ?