Today is the day
I buy that bus ticket
for somewhere
on the other side
of the methodical mundanity
I've dubbed "daily routine".

I become
the salvation army
second-hand sweater
to the space in between me,
and wherever I end up.
Worn,
warm
and welcoming
to anyone who hungers
for comfort.

Write about me
Tell me how your night isn’t complete
Without a goodnight phone call
Alongside a “sweet dreams” text;
And how it’s the only thing better
Than the good morning ones..

Write about me
Tell me how you hate that I stopped trying.
This other guy was never competition
You just wanted to see if I’d fight for you;
Please, make me feel like a fool
When you tell me how I failed your test
And only a dozen fresh Orchids
With a card quoting your favorite song
Would be enough to prove how serious
I am about you.

“There’s so much beauty in a storm”

Write about me
After that is said and done, watch as
I’ll dedicate hours trying to tell you
That it’s not because I don’t care
Or that none of what I said was real
It was just that;
Only that your happiness meant more
To me than mine ever could,
And I’d rather see you happy
With anyone else, than me failing
To put that beautiful smile
On the most deserving of faces..

Write about me
Tell me that it hurts when you hear me say
That I fear I’m not good enough
For a woman like yourself
In reality though - I mean you.
Your potential is limitless;
While I’m a work in progress
And you, princess. Don’t have the time
Or maybe even the will power
To build a man up to your level
When you deserve a golden crown
And a million peasants, kneeling
Before your throne, on which you proudly sit
While they beg for a minute of your time

You won’t write about me though
Because I’m aware none of this is true
My words may hold less meaning
Than I could even imagine,
But it doesn’t change the fact
This is what I want to hear.

“You owe me a poem”
You said to me.
What you didn’t know
Is that you already have two
That you’ll likely never see.
I promise this will be the last
(Unless you want more, that is)

(I)*
I have no intentions
I don’t want a thank you
I want you to be happy
I want you to smile while reading this
And laugh it up at my expense
(It’s pretty cheesy right?)

But you’re the only one
That I sit here at 7 AM
Writing about
When we've hardly spoken
In 3 days
At the very least,
I hope it’s an ego boost.

“I love poetry” you said
And I love to write;
This one though,
Isn’t for me
It’s yours.

New Year's Eve
is it really a new start?
same antique feelings,
same broken heart,

same spinning head,
same lost soul -
is there much point
of holding on at all?

but this year will be better,
my hanging head will rise.
I will not let this fool
of my sorrow lead to my demise.

and so new year please
bring on the challenge.
with it i will grow,
create a new life to follow.

I wish I knew
How not to be sad.
How not to be angry,
And how not to feel pain.

I wish I knew
How to be happy.
How to enjoy life,
And how to leave the past behind.

I wish I knew
How to trust.
How to love myself,
And how to forget the harm.

I wish I knew
How to open up.
How to fight the dark,
And how to get rid of anger.

I wish I knew that
Not everyone is nice.
Not everyone wants to be friends,
And not everyone is kind.

I wish I knew that
Not all things are free.
Not all love is real,
And not all hope is true.

I wish I knew that
Not everything is joyful.
Not everything is beautiful,
And not everything is light.

I wish I knew that
Memories don't fade.
That words sting,
And scar for life.

I wish I knew
That my skies wouldn't clear.
That my demons would win,
And that I would give in to the darkness.

Sand slips through the cracks in my hands
As a struggle to keep it close.
It always finds a way to go,
No matter how tight I hold.
My grip must be weak,
Or maybe it’s betraying me.
Because a better part of me knows
The sand will always slip away.