The leaves and rain,
Tip tap on the window
A cold winters evening
Muscles and bones in pain
From the cold crushing nothingness,
How my mind has been so
I sit here thinking and crying
As I am still grieving
The loss of people,
Im still yet to know

3am sitting in your car
On the verge at my driveway
Staring at the stars
Not the stars in the sky,
But little plastic ones scattered across your roof,
Sparkling lights and quietness
Amongst the darken night
We talk about our fears, our memories and trauma
I've known you for so little,
How, you make me wonder
You open me up so easily
We talked till sleep did call
Our voices trailing off,
Into the cold morning rainfall

You know the saying,
when you drop a plate and it shatters
you can say sorry a million times
but it'll never go back to how it was?
I feel like I've shattered
every piece of my life,
and im picking up the shards
One by one
Cutting myself on every broken piece
And I've said sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
But there's nothing I can do
The plate is still shattered and I can't fix this
No "sorry" can fix this
Im sorry..

I am a stay dog
Struck by the hand of man
Abused and mistreated
An abused dog will cower,
toward a man with nothing
but purity in his heart
Yet the dog isn't blamed
As it has never known,
the touch of a gentle hand
The love of a man
So why am I?

I'm writing poetry again
I guess that means it must be bad
Its getting bad again isn't it?
You will be okay my friend
There's a look in your eyes, so sad
It'll get better, won't it?
The world didn't let you mend
It'll be okay my dear
Happiness is only around the bend

Love for me was never kind
Like a bushfire; wild, rapid, burning, nothing
Withered and destroyed leaving the bare, fragile parts of me
You were a wanderer,
An adventurer
Maybe drawn to the life and beauty I once bestowed
You didn't seem to see the broken pieces and burnt remains of a once beaming forest
But the forest itself, evergreen as before
You held the leaves so gently, caressed the burnt soil ground
You were so tender and so gentle
A love I've never felt before
It wasn't hot to the touch, it didn't scold my hands
It was warm and safe and unconditional
Foreign but welcoming grounds
The forest weeped and flooded the land
For it had never felt so touched
It began to grow back all the leaves that it had once lost
The sun rose across the horizon and as far as the eye could see
The forest grew and flourished, a beautiful scenery
The forest wasn't scared anymore
Of a bushfire or a flood
She had a wanderer who now showed her
How love is supposed to be

I spend so much time
telling girls
that they are beautiful
Yet so much time
telling myself
I am not