I sat watching out the window.
Like a child on a rainy day.
Waiting for the storm
To give the sun back.
As if it had been stolen
From the sky

He had a face designed for happiness
But he was blue
From all the life the cold world stole
From his body
His eyes once bright
Hang like the do not disturb sign
On the worn motel room door
His smile once animate
Is nothing but a fine line
Like the edge between regret
and suffering
Yet something about him clutched attention
Like the vacancy sign
Flashing off the exit of the interstate
I tried to keep driving
But I felt propelled
As if I was the guest of honor
Attending his invite only
Party for two


-JustHayy

funny how
your words
to her
once belonged
to me
same empty
story
same bleak
captivity

-JustHayy

One day
when the time is
just perfect
you will feel the sun
strike your cheeks
and warm your soul
and you will know that
rock bottom
was just the pit in which you were
remolding yourself into
the new you
built again to with stand this world
you can run
until your feet are raw
and throw fists at the sky in rage
you can scream
as if the fire will burst from your lungs
but when your done being angry
here I am
welcoming you back home.
home is where your heart is
and I will hold the pieces of yours
until I make something
extraordinary
out of the very crumbs of your existence
I pinky promise
until  the day I die
I will continue to stay
just long enough to see you
stand