i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

Your sly .
You come into my house announced
You weasel your way into my mind
You break down the walls I built inside my heart to block any memories of you
What is your objective
Why is your methods so affective
Why is your smile so infectious
Why is the pain deflected and your feelings accepted
My spirit was dejected because of you
You don’t have the right, even though I’m right , I still gave you the right ,

Do you like it ?
Is it fun for you ?
Playing with my tolerance for you
Knowing I’m only tolerant for you
Making my heart waver
I have common sense
But not when it comes to you .
Who are you to me ?
Who do you think you are ?
Countless attempts to fill this empty heart .
You always had all the answers
So tell me where do I start ? .

I’m just trying to do my best you see
In this misconstrued conception of society
The endless rejection and the sighs I repeat
Trying to make something of me in the world

I wanted to destroy it all
It didn’t matter anymore to me
I was almost there
So if it ended I thought I wouldn’t feel incomplete
But I didn’t  picture it to be this lonely.