when the sky gets dark


and the joy is tucked in for the night,


it does not mean,


it won't come back

*tomorrow

The girl that loved  so hard,
She ended up to be  broken
Yet so loving still

Writing a thousand
angst filled lines
isn't soothing
my ache

You're great
         In
SOOO
many ways
      But sometimes
I just wanna

Smack
The
****
Outta
You


But that's just love.

i don't believe in extremes
to follow the belief
that one has to be something
and not the other
is absolutely absurd
or at least somewhat absurd
because i don't believe in extremes

when you told me you loved me
every part of me
my twists and turns
and the sharp curbs of my dark alleys
where i keep the real monster
i scoffed
brushed it off
like the momentary dust
that, i believed, mimicked your sentiment

but when you came looking for me
when i was intoxicated
with something strange
not just alcohol
two hours before the sun started to rise
i looked at you and i swear
i swear
i had to catch myself
because i thought of something
only ***** gave my brain courage to think
i never would have thought this
before you

see, i never believe in extremes
well...
believed

I have yet
to truly find
a happy poet.