in silence where we reside

smiling with pain inside

guilty for following intuition

our blessing as well as our downfall

the cons of having a huge heart

As a man, I’m not ashamed to admit that I cry sometimes in the dark where I can’t be seen to anyone else who may not understand the concept behind my pains rainfall or the aftermath of the destruction from my damaged heart

Almost everyday, I question my stance as a man looking for any errors that may need correcting or any part of my spirit that maybe in need of improvements

Sometimes, I feel weak for being so emotional about what I feel or passionate about sharing love with another soul that needs me

Overall, I feel I am amazing but fall short on qualities needed to attract certain eyes that see through my false happiness & see the treasure that’s tucked away behind this pure heart of mine

Intimate conversations turn
Associates to close acquaintances.
talks about life & past experiences
that turn a heart cold that built
walls up to be the guardian against
the bad vibes that come around
with the intentions of harm

Over time, this pain births the doubts of happiness
& everything that’s attached to it
but we keep search in hopes of falling in love
only to fall victim & eventually look stupid

I’ve seen the potential in a few
out of the many I’ve chose to entertain
but they’re nothing more than lessons
of the game with the goal to destroy
you from within letting it be known you’re the problem

We can only bring true peace to ourselves
& only wish to addon to another one’s
peace if it indeed exists above the pain
that’s already established from the tragedies of the wrong love

I accept that I’ll never understand the pain, sacrifice, & patience
the sadness, the drive, or the strength to keep going
whether it’s the gift of life or the damage of a toxic love
without the fathers’ help but she manages to be all she can be
I feel it’s my duty to appreciate the magic in her presence
the endless crying tears, the endless sleepless nights
the feeling of being let down yet she still hangs on to her crown
I pray to the powers above that her heart is one day admired
her wounded existence & her will to never give up
is such a beautiful thing to witness
the pain or the beautiful madness of this Woman’s Work

found freedom within the cage

found relief within the rage

born again in the worst way

the old me I tried to save

found peace within the madness

poetic with razors using my skin as a canvas

in the mirror, I no longer see me

but the monster that became me

obsessed with the feeling

tried hard to overcome it

running from fate

regret fills my face

saw a trap & took the bait

the right one wasn't worth the wait

rolling stone in the night

the man I've become

I prove my worth

show you my soul

put my flaws on the table

we're both insecure, you & I


But what if I become true

to my every word

& show you dreams come alive

would it be enough to help you fly again