I woke up one day saying,
"I'm tired"
tired of waiting for you to come back,
tired of loving you know you don't love me anymore,
tired of whispering I miss you so much.
I just realized one day...
that I want to be happy too just like you. With her.
because waiting for you is like wishing to fly in the sky without wings. "Impossible."
Loving you still is too much. No, it's not too much.
It's foolishness.
I can't pretend anymore.
I'm tired of crying every night.
I'm tired of believing myself that you will come back to me anytime.
I'm tired of saying I miss you.
I'm tired of loving you.
I want to be happy too.

God can judge me if he wants,
And so can anyone else
The only verdict I value
Is my judgement of self
Your reaction to my actions
Are simply captions to my self portrait
That could never capture the story it tells
Higher goals are all that succeeding should lead to
And when I ***** up, I do what I need to
To nut up and punish myself
To shut up and push myself
To be the best I can on my own
But no-one does it alone
So I am still just as willing
To offer as I am to accept help
Blame is both useless and wasteful
A helping hand is worth more than a pointed finger
Stay learning from the book of culture
And continue to turn its pages
Be an eagle amongst vultures
Don’t hold grudges - return favors
Live every day to the fullest
And every hour like its your finest
When it rains on your parade
Think of the rainbow behind it
Dance in the rain when the sun is hiding
And keep an eye on the horizon
Without ignoring the moment
And when its someone else’s neck
Upon which the golden medal’s shining
Use it as proof of room to improve
And be reminded that there’s always a silver lining
And that the best kind of revenge
Is homicide via kindness
You wear the crown on your life’s throne
And control its defenses
Look your reflection in the eye
And hear it call you ‘your highness’
So rule with truth and with pride in
The roller coaster you ride in
And design as you go
As you accelerate and you slow
As the pace like everything changes
No matter how well it seemed to be known
Don’t put all your eggs in the love basket
But make as much as you can
And maybe someday with luck you will find it
The kind that can't be truly defined
And let me tell you, its blinding
The way it floods in your mind with a
Dopamine kind of a bliss
That I won’t bother failing describing
So let me get back to my message
It may not actually be one,
But treat this life like a blessing
And it’ll keep you from stressing
So much you miss all the best things
Because life’s purpose and point
Is beyond anyone’s guessing
So you might as well come up with your own
And do the best you can for the mirror’s image
To make a lasting impression
Because that’s the only person
That you should bother impressing
And make the most of your senses
That aren’t included in the five
That only give us perception
Of a fifth of the world we see through the lens of our eyes
And scents and tastes and sensations and sounds
That disguise the place that surrounds us
It’s the intangible, almost animal instincts
That can’t be defined or measured
But can be counted on when doubt is strong
That lead to real introspection
And understanding beyond just learning a lesson
Look out for more than numero uno
And who knows where you’ll go
It’s always harder to help than to hurt
But it always proves itself in its worth
Just look into appreciative eyes if
You want to know what the meaning of life is
And do not ever say
That you do not have regrets
Because if that’s actually true
You haven’t lived as of yet
Life when lived at its best
Is at its limit and edge
That can be easily crossed
Which is the point of making friends
To find your way when you’re lost
No-one has ever lived
Who didn’t make a mistake
Or a poor decision
Because from them we gain
The majority of our wisdom
And at the very least you'll know
What not to do the next time
In my eyes perfect is the worst of the words
That are often referred to as curses
Because the way the definition is worded
Creates a burden and encourages a person to
Be determined and search for
Something unbroken to fix
Perfection is something for which
You should not waste a wish
Because memories cease to exist
If every day was the best time
It is the purpose of pain
To give a meaning to pleasure
And the point of adversity is to serve
As a scale
By which character can be measured
The most effective method of earning respect is to
Do more than you’re expected to
Always make the best of and remember
All the smiles and laughs of the present and past times
To dry your eyes and provide
Either a crutch or disguise
For the slight slump in your stride
That comes from the bad times
And please try to believe
That all of the sad times
Are simply the result
Of the good ones that came before
Like a rainbow before a storm
Without the ugly and the dark
Beauty would’ve never been born.
Hardship is what makes happiness
Worth fighting for

These words...
They traverse the fine line between earth and sky.
They dwell not, surface-deep in the dirt.
They be haloed not, as the chorus of heaven.

They're just murmurs that swim intangible.
Like reticulated wisps of smoke.
Incapable of materialising...
Or take definite forms on their own.

They only await to be carefully selected,
rearranged and harnessed into a jar...
Before being sealed infinite with a title.

Be quiet and still...
For you will hear them.
Milling and floating in the silence
that exists between your heartbeats.

Listen close...
For they are fragments of you
and the universe.
They're thoughts and feelings that come awake
as you slumber.

Awaiting to be selected...
Awaiting to be rearranged...
Awaiting to be harnessed...

By you,
the conduit with a pen.

The sadistic little cherub.
Inflicting painful love.
He isn't sensible, he isn't kind.
He doesn't care- for heart or mind.
He flies on fluffy angelic wings.
And golden arrows he absently flings.
He hits his target every time.
To make a sane man's pain sublime.
Into the hearts of unsuspecting victims.
He pierces and then watches
them.
Falling in with reckless loves.
Fools and martyrs they become.
And all for a baby angel's fun.

For myself will cross a thousand meadows to see the love of my life,
Concur all whom stand in my way
For I miss her pure beauty and love every day,
I ride toward her on bare stallion I stole from hurt and hate,
As we gallop, steed and I through the meadows of amour,
Across snow and mountains
The toughest to whom be devils I fight of the ugly just to see my love, my lust until I be done at dust,
Eternity to reach you for it could be an endless journey,
I reach my pure lover, midnight fullest of full moons,
I stand behind my love, I call to her, and she turns to face me,
Her locks glisten in the moonlight
The moonlight favours thee
I stand in awe as her beauty glows towards me,
I have my lover, she holds thee beauty with no compare
The heart of mine aches as I watch her,
For this be just a vision
She left me long ago,
My heart breaks every hour of the day I do not have with her,
As she left me she said, do let the heart shatter
These tears I cry are pure acid,
Thy love of my life is whom I truly cannot bare to live without,
My visions are the only thing I have left of her,
For because she be not so present I must leave as well,
Farewell to this world I need my love.