Some things
are only true
when falling—
slide and snag
bang and brag
a snarl
gone viral.

The trick
is not to fear
the bruise—
but love
how the bruise
proves
the skin.

One wrong turn—
no worse than any other—
but this one
this particular slip
stuck its foot out
caught you sideways
and the ground
now refuses
to forgive—
or you lead yourself
to believe
you are to blame.

We'd like the world
to balance
but sometimes
it tilts—
and we drink down
the bitter
without ever
spilling the sweet.

It’s okay—
because patience
is no accident.

Why do we become blind,
When we love someone so?
And blind again with hate,
When we let it grow?

We see no flaw in one,
And only flaws in some.
Why do our hearts so easily
Make our minds its gun?

She's fallen from the skies
underneath leaves of green,
Angels cry and will abide
their lost & love goes unseen.
The grey covers over the blue
and down lashes rain and dew,
Skin, teeth, flashing white
will be lost from the light to night.
She won't be buried in a tomb,
but where flowers grow and bloom.
This is going to be a stormy midnight,
as her soul lifts and out of sight.

I'm starting
to forget
your sweet voice.

The way
you laughed
and the way
you made
me feel.

Like I
was special
and the most
beautiful flaw
in the world.

I'm starting
to forget
the moments
we shared
and the love
that i felt.

I don't
remember you
as clearly
as i used to.

Breathing in your smoke is like heaven to me,
Clearing out my lungs of such anxiety.
Your crutch and your dependence,
An endearing call of resplendence,
I think I loved you.

You make me nervous.
To the point where my brain stops,
And my mouth keeps running
Without any indication of where
the finish line is.
Where I begin to speak too fast and too quick
To know what I’ve said, and quite possibly
For you to even follow each word that
Pours out.

Yet Your heart was longing for another,
You and I were not meant to be lovers,
And We were not made for each other.
Oh, how sad times swept away the positive possibilities and the “what if?” worries,
I thought I could only hate the month of August,
It seems I now despise of July.

Stress melted away within my tears as I wept,
Sadness left the residue of itself on my pillow where I slept.
The sun bleeding through my curtains closed,
And yet my room turns an ill ridden shade of yellow.

I thought the outcome would leave me with a feeling of euphoria
Instead I look to my mirrored self, reflecting a state of body dysmorphia

I do not like the way that I look,
Comparing myself to her and your feelings I mistook.
Straighter teeth and an older complexion,
While I hide away, she only craves the attention.
You only knew her for a day and you still went away,
With her on holiday to a place so far, I can’t stay
In this state of mind any longer.

Seeing her be the lighter to your cigarette;
The founding letters to the jumbled spaces in your alphabet.
I see I am only the ash that falls to the ground,
I am not within those letters which you finally found.

I know it hurts.
I know it stings.
I know how you feel
When they say these things.
BUT,
keep your head up
Dont look down
Because in the future.
It'll be you,
Wearing the crown.

I tell her I'm fine
I tell him I'm great
I keep preaching love
While I reek of hate

I bought the best of materials
For this teary wet wall
The thickest facade
That I will never let fall

I decide weeks in advance
The emotions I will feel
It's hard to be sick
But it's harder to heal

I feel comfort in my decision
To lie to all around me
So I may continue to rot
So no one will stop me

I know all the steps
The steps one takes to remedy
But the plague in my blood
Has made me lose my memory

For now I'll be alive
Though I might not be living
And I'll cling onto my blight
And all that it is giving