and if you are to love,
love as the moon loves;
it does not seal the night-
it only unveils the beauty
of the dark.

our relationship was
filled with toxic chemicals
that
     s l o w l y   but
                 s u r e l y
crept into
my body
               my head
                              my heart
the way your love
did.

N O T

Will the day come
when words stop
touching my heart.
when the words people say
won't tear me apart.
is it easier being an adult?
I hope age is not just a number,
but a savior,
awakened from a deadly slumber
doomed to walk again.
here to save, and heal pain.

but it doesn't seem that way...

How many poems must one write
until his heart has finally taken flight.
will his heart ever stop the feeling of dread.
you see,
it starts to get to your head,
eventually.

But in the meantime,
I'll keep writing,
Always fighting,
'Till the day I can sleep without words floating through my mind.

What makes you happy?

there’s chaos
in everybody’s heart.
some just grow
flowers on it.
while others
tear it apart.