Like I loved coffee,
that's how I loved you.
Like the first cigarette of the day.
Or like a Beatles song
blasted on the radio
during a road trip
to nowhere in particular.
Like each slice of coffee cake,
cinnamon and pecans
delicately, deliciously curled
into every little streusel.
Like spring,
when the snow melts into water
and runs, rushes
past yellow-colored, polka-dotted rain boots
on a sun-soaked afternoon.
I loved you like I love you;
simply, completely,
without frills and without doubt.

Step 1: Get out of bed
Step 2: Look in the mirror
Step 3: Practice your smile
Step 4: Eyedrops to hide the red eyes
Step 5: Conceal the dark circles
Step 6: Breathe
The curtains are almost up
Step 7: Lock down the pain
Step 8: Ignore the weight on your chest
Step 9: Silence the screams inside of your mind
Step 10: Choke down the sobs
Step 11: Ignore the stinging in your eyes
Step 12: Swallow past the tightness in your throat
You’ve put on this show a million times
Step 13: Don’t let them see
Times up. Curtains up. Camera rolling

He rescued me. He saved me. I trusted him, I believed in him. His words comforted me. He fixed me.

'I love you'

But little did I know those words, his words will break me.

'I love you'

He ruined me.
Those comforting words became painful words.

'I love you'

You're my savior, my liberator, that's what I thought. I was wrong.
Everything changed. He changed.

'For the last time please, I want to hear it like you mean it.' I said.

'I love you' he told me.

'I love you'
'I love you'

His words keeps echoing on my ears

'I love you'

He turned his back, he runaway. From me, I guess?

'I love you too' I shouted
'I love you too' I mean it, I do.

I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
beauty.