You destroyed me
In devestatingly beautiful ways
That when you left
I turned the pain
You inflicted on me to words.

They admire my ruins and
Call them poetry.

But to me,
It's nothing but insanity.

Hold my hand
And promise me something
That you can keep.
For I have lost faith in love,
And stopped believing
In forevers.

They may poison her
With their bitter words,
Taint her with
Their twisted lies
And hurt her
With
Their vicious deeds.
But she will not
Let the pain consume her
And
Change her to be
Ruthless like them,
She will show them that
She is better
And
Will always be better
Than them.
For her heart is purer
Than theirs will
Ever be.

She is not a preplanned list
Or a recipe of perfection.

She is not a dictionary of
Adjectives or an inventory of
The most beautiful things that designs
A flawless human being.

She is not a checklist
Of qualities that makes her
An exception.

She is raw and flawed.

She has emotions that makes
Her unique.

She is like the broken tiles
That is used to create an artwork.

She is a rain day
That forms a glorious, and
Vibrant rainbow.

She is the mud
That sustains the growth
Of gorgeous flowers.

She is a mushroom
That grows in the wilderness.

She is an old blanket
That warms my heart on a
Cold day.

She is imperfect
But that is what makes her whole and
That is what makes her, her.

And I love her
Twice as much for it.

Your russet eyes
Control
The waves in my heart
Just the way
The moon controls
The tidal waves.

Be my safe haven,
Take me away
From this dreaded world and
Be the silver lining to
My dark clouds.

Lull me into your arms
And hold me till I forget all my pain,
Drench the deserts of my heart,
You be my rain.

When you show her
Your scars,
She caresses them
With her
Sunshine laced fingers,
Making daisies
Bloom out of them.
When you show her
Your pain,
She cups them
With the palms of her hands,
And hides them
Behind her ribcage,
Within the
Walls of her heart,
Making it
Beat down
Every bit of your pain
To dust.
She saves you
Every chance she gets
And she is
Nothing short of
A saviour.

She was scared,
She felt loneliness in
The darkest corners
Of her heart,
She was unsure
About her capabilities,
She only saw
Her flaws,
And very rarely the
Beauty in her
But
She understood
That the cure
For her fears,
Her doubts
And
Her Loneliness
Was nothing but
Self love.

You didn't just leave me,
You ripped the colors from my world,
And left me in nothing but
Darkness.

I call them the
Shades of self destruction.

She was lost
And she didn't know what she felt
Anymore, she was happy
One minute and sad the next.

She would never tell
Anyone how she felt, she
Kept everything to herself because she
Didn't want to trouble others.

She stopped looking
At the mirror because their words
"Ugly" and "fat" among others would
Ring in her ears.

She had lost so much
And gained so little. She felt
That she wasn't enough for the others
As well for herself.

She would laugh
And she would smile but
Deep down she knew the laughter
Was empty and those smiles
Were a lie.

She started tainting
Her wrists with lines of crimson red,
Hoping that it would relieve
Her of her mental pain.

She wanted to escape
Their vicious remarks and their
Constant attacks, she wanted all the
Pain to be gone.

She deserved to live
Just as much as you and I do,
But the hate and cruelty around her
Suffocated her to death.

She might be
Damaged,
Heart broken,
Scarred
And
In immense pain
But even in
Her most vulnerable state
She is beautiful
And what's most beautiful
About her is
Her strength
Her tenacity,
Her resilience
And
Her courage
Which is as vast as the ocean
As she picks herself up
From the ashes,
From the wreckage of her life,
To build herself
Once again
Against all the odds
And
Obstacles
Put against her.

Just because she
Looks
Soft and delicate
Doesn't mean
She's weak,
Remember it's
Always the
Silk-like wing of
A butterfly
That breaks out of
A hard cocoon.

She isn't April's rain,
She isn't the silver moon,
She's a flower
That bloomed out of rocks,
She's the stirring inside
The poets
Trying to sleep,
She's the sunset
Van Gogh
Couldn't paint.

Her scars
Are not ugly.
They are beautiful,
They speak of her pain,
The battles
She valiantly fought
With herself,
Her insecurites,
Her fears,
Each of them
Tell a different story,
And they stand
Testament to the fact
That she survived
All the ordeals
She has ever
Faced.

She will fall
Like the leaves do in Autumn
And society will
Strip her, leaving her
Naked and shivering from
The winds of Winter
But she will not wither,
She will sprout again
Like the crops do in Spring
And in Summer,
She will find the strength
To grow again.

She might be in pain,
Her skin might be scarred,
Tears might roll out from
The corners of her eyes,
And she might fall
But
She will not give up,
She will not give into
Your assaults,
She will rise again
To see another day,
With light in her eyes and
Roses blooming out
Of her scars.

Show me the
Broken and cracked parts
Of your soul and
I'll show you how it still
Shines like polished gold.

One day, I hope
That I'll meet someone;

Someone who will not only
Listen to my spoken words but also
My unspoken silence.

Someone who will not just
Touch my skin but also my heart.

Someone who will
Give me a reason to be happy and
Not just use me
For their happiness.

Someone who will
Read my eyes and write poetry
About my smiles.

Someone who will
Make me the center of their
Universe.

And the day I find that someone,
Everything will make sense.

Sometimes
A simple smile can end up
Making someone
Happy.

A mere compliment
Can give someone a positive
Influx of energy
And brighten up their day.

Sometimes
A little appreciation
Is all that's needed to make
Someone's life worth
Living.

Sometimes
Something as simple as
Watching the butterflies unfold
Their wings against the
Skin of someone's finger
Can bring a smile to
Their face.

Or the tiny fingers of a toddler
Trying to intertwine
With theirs is enough to
Melt their heart.

These joys may seem
Inane in the grander scheme
Of things, but therein
Lies their truest happiness.

That's just how life works.

Somewhere along the way,
My heart has stopped longing for
Your warmth and love,
The demons that run riots in my soul
No longer confide in your monsters.
I don't know you anymore and
I don't know
How to tell you that.

You caressed
My cheeks with
Your sunshine laced
Fingertips,
Making
Periwinkle and carnelian
Sprout out of the
Pages of my heart.

I sit alone in silence,
In the corner of my empty room
Looking up at the moon
Through the clear window.
I don't see the moon,
I see you instead.

Your memory's crawling its way
Back into my mind.

I can't help but wonder
If you're glancing at the moon too,
And thinking about me
Just the way I'm thinking about you.

This silence is painful
And I feel like it's killing me alive.

All I hear is my heart
Dumming in my chest, wishing
And yearning to see you
For one last time.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your heart aches
To be with me again.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your fingers miss
Being entwined with mine.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my head
Against your naked chest.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my
Lipstick stains on your cheeks.

Longing for you,
My love, to tell me that you
Walk alone in the streets we used to
Roam together,
Trying to relive our memories.

Tell me, my love
That you wait at the french cafe,
With two coffee cups,
Your eyes fixated on the door
Waiting and hoping that
I'd walk in.

Tell me that you
Miss my tainted lips on yours.

Tell me that you
Miss my random musings, tell me
That every love bird in your garden
Still sing my name.

Tell me that the
Fragrance of my love still
Lingers in your mind.

Tell me, my love,
That I'm your favorite sweet pain,
You're favorite mistake.

I'm waiting for that day
When I will look
At the stars in your eyes instead
Of the stars in the skies.

Everyone has that one song
That's close to their hearts; that
Makes them laugh, cry
And brings back a wave of sweet,
Beautiful memories.
To me,
That song is your laughter.

You walked through my ruins,
Admiring the wreckage
Spilling out of my bones, and
Called it beauty.

That was enough for me to
Fall in love with you.

She loved her
With everything she had and her;
She drowned her
With the crushing weight of
Nothingness.

If tears could write poems,
Then the longest and most heartfelt
Poem I'd ever written was
On the day you left me.

The monsters under my bed
Are afraid of the
Demons running riots in my soul.

The moon has scars too,
But look at how it shines
Even in the darkest of times.

You handed over
Pieces of your heart to
Strangers who disappeared
Like rain clouds
But don't worry darling,
The moon doesn't
Have to be full
To be considered beautiful.

Sometimes,
I envy the ocean and the moon;
The way they affect
Each other even when
A few thousand miles apart.

Why can't we be like that?

Sleepless nights,
Silent cries, empty heart,
Swollen eyes and words laced
With eternal pain are the
Price I paid for
Loving you.

There is nothing
More tenacious than her heart;
It has been
Crushed,
Torn,
Broken,
And shattered,
Into a thousand pieces
Over and over again
And yet somehow
Still lives.

She was not born
This way,
The road she traveled
Made her like this.
The more treachery,
Prejudice,
Discrimination,
And
Brutality
She endured,
The more she learnt
About herself.
She found her
True self
In the most
Unlikely of places.

The sun rises yet again
Reminding me of the start
Of another day I have to spend
Without your sweet smiles
And warm embraces.

Her body was a
Soft canvas of beauty
But no one
Saw her and admired her
As an artwork.

She was
Fractured, bruised,
Burnt and broken but
She never
Fell and crumbled
To pieces.

She repaired herself
And came back stronger
Than ever,
Turning herself into
A masterpiece;

One that is
Beautifully marred by
The wonders of life.

They say you can't see love,
You can only feel it,
But everytime your lip curves
Into a smile, I see love.

They say you can't taste love,
You can only feel it,
But everytime you paint my lips
With yours, I taste love.

They say you can't touch love,
You can only feel it,
But everytime we entwine our fingers together, I touch love.

They say you can't hear love,
You can only feel it,
But everytime your laughter comes pouring out, I hear love.

They say you can't smell love,
You can only feel it,
But everytime your fragrance intoxicates me, I smell love.

Just remember that
There is someone out there
Waiting to meet you,
Waiting to fall in love with you,
Waiting to listen to
Your stories and heal
Your scars.

So don't waste your time
Feeling unwanted and cry over
Someone who fails to
Realize your worth.

Just because someone
Left you stranded and in a pool
Of misery doesn't mean
You'll not feel love once more.

Love will find its way
To you again,
One way or another.

Today or tomorrow.

They thought
She was too fragile,
Too useless,
And over dependent.
They threw around words
That stung her heart
Like flames.
But she did not let
The fire
Engulf and burn
Her down,
She held the flames
In her palms
And became a torch,
Igniting
And
Lighting
Up the world.

Sometimes I just want to
Rip my heart into pieces, just
To try and understand
Why you like doing it so often.

Your heart is shattered
And so is mine.
But we are two broken souls
Whose pieces don't match.

They kicked her
To the ground, and
Buried her
Along with her
Dreams and aspirations
But
Just like seeds
Sprouting
From beneath the soil,
She grew once again
And
Proved to the world
That she is
Unstoppable.

We both tried our best
To be together.

But darling,
I can't hold the moon in my hands
And you can't
Walk on the sun.

You were a masterpiece
Lost in a world filled with people
Who failed to understand what
Art actually meant.

When they saw you as a small,
Trickling water stream, I saw you as
An ocean filled with promises
Of forever.

When they saw you as a deathly
Flood causing casualties, I saw you as
A saving oasis in a
Faraway desert.

When they saw you as a disastrous,
Raging hurricane, I saw you as
A soothing rain on a
Summer day.

When they saw you as a half empty
Water glass, I saw you as
A glass that was
Half full.

When they saw you as a transparent
Raindrop, I yearned to see
Through you, but
I couldn't.

You could destroy or sustain life, the
Power rested in your hands,
You made your choice
To drown me.

While I sit here
Using the ink from my veins
To write poetry for you,
You are out there
Composing melodies for
Someone else.

You drained me of my identity and
Injected self doubt into my veins
Left me questioning my own sanity
Walking around aimlessly
At war with my own body every day
Trying to scrub your heavy words off my skin
My mental state has been shaken to its core
I don´t know who I am anymore.

She might be
Damaged,
Heartbroken,
Scarred
And
In immense pain,
But even in
Her most vulnerable state
She is beautiful.
And
What's most beautiful
About her is
Her strength,
Her tenacity,
Her resilience
And
Her courage
Which is as vast as the ocean
As she picks herself up
From the ashes,
From the wreckage of her life
To build herself
Once again
Against all the odds
And
Obstacles
Put against her.

I like writing
Your name on the steam of my
Bathroom mirror, it isn't much but
It makes me feel like you're
Here with me but then
The writing fades and melts away
Just like the love
You had for me did.

Yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow may not come,
Whatever life we have
In between that;
Let's take it and weave
Each moment we spend together
Into beautiful memories,
Breathing love and stardust
Like our fairytale was
Meant to be.