Love is fickle
Love is kind
Love makes you lose your mind

Love is sour
Love is sweet
Love makes your heart skip a beat

Love is special
Love is plain
Love isn't at all mundane

Love is something you can't explain
It's a feeling in your chest, your gut and brain

I still have my doubts but now I'm almost out

Of the dark in my mind and past the line

I drew in the sand. It's getting better again.

I'm happy now. I didn't think it was possible "wow..."

I'm happy now, yes, but I still have this twinge of guilt that is pressing against my chest

I haven't been unfaithful but my intentions weren't always just playful

I've had bad thoughts and now I feel like a robot

Going through the motions without any emotion

I'm trying to get on track but something keeps pulling me back

This isn't an attack or excuse, it's just a map showing this path I'm walking is not a cruise

Sometimes I wish I didn't rush into this marriage, like cinderella on her horse-drawn carriage

I wish I had more experiences with other people that I can look back and smile on, instead of a string of bad mempries which I continue to pile on

I wish I could mention a female vaguely without her giving me attitude; it just adds to my seemingly endless ineptitude

I wish I didn't, once again, feel incompetent during ***; it started out great but now I can wait until it happens next.

I wish I could please her; I can't even make things easier

I wish I wasn't so lazy so that my goals didn't seems shrouded and hazy.

I wish we were well, and not playing this ****** hand of cards we were dealt.

I wish I didn't secretly hate myself, I'm not very smart, but that's why I don't date myself.

I wish I had a platform on which I could vent. I can't even destress without her getting upset; it feels she's hellbent.


I'm stressed out of my mind and she doesn't make it better, but I wouldn't wish to be with anyone else.

I don't want him to worry about me.
I know I write rather depressing things.
I just let the words come out.
It's as if I'm grabbing chips from a bowl.

So just know that when you read my words,
At times I'm not as sad as they point towards.
You have to really strive to find the sadness,
Behind my own eyes.

Sometimes I don't see it myself; until I break down.
So, just know that you have nothing to worry about.
At least not right now.

My body's not whole
My body has 2 holes
2 whole more holes
than any whole body should
My holes are holes
with them, I'm no less whole
but the whole idea of these holes
that leaves a hole in my whole
Holier than swiss
a whole lot of holes
2 ear holes
a whole nose
with 2 holes
A hole for my mouth
a hole for my ****
and another 2 holes
for my unwhole gut

What's the whole point?
Of the whole hole poem?
Well the whole point of the hole
is to make the hole whole

All of that time
All of that energy
I was there every night
I was getting stronger
My muscles grew

My doubts turned into hope
My uncertainty into determination
I could do it
I just need to push a little further
work a little harder
break the limits

Through everything, I never lost hope
I stuck through.
Every strain, every tweak
Every pulled muscle,  Every cramp
Every ache and pain
it would mean nothing if I got there
if I reached my goal

But it's giving out
I can't use it
it hurts more each day
The brace doesn't help anymore
it clicks and grinds

Are My workouts are done.
are My dreams shattered
are My goals unobtainable
was My work for nothing
Is this it?
No more blood
No more seat
All I have are tears