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

I write you words I never got to say

It is so sad
that I had
to love you
to know that
you never truly
loved me

Brother dear, wipe your eyes
it hurts my heart to see you cry.

Brother dear, have no fear
if she leaves I am always here.

Brother dear, careful with your heart
don't hand it to her at the very start.

Brother dear, I know it's hard
when your heart sits in your chest fragile and scarred.

I spent a lot of time searching for love in the darkest places