He’s the friend you never want to have
Yet leaches onto you
and never leaves
You try to hide him away
Pushing him deep into your mind
Locking him in a safe
Yet he always finds the key
He’s on the prowl
Making everything become colorless
Whispering things into your ear
“You are worthless”
He chained me to the ground
A way of no escape
Put scales on my eyes
So I could not see the light
Then I met this man
He brought the light back
He banished this maniac
He set me free
My chains our gone
I have found my freedom in his light
I find my comfort under his wings
He’s good to me
He loves me
He says I have a purpose
All these things
All these trials
Where used so I could find him
Seek him
Know him
And through this
I could find out
That he is good

today i have a stomach ache for some reason.
i think something must be rotten
in there.
i don't know if this malaise comes from
the microwaved chicken wrap
i had for breakfast, or
from the unexpected death of all the butterflies
that used to live inside.
but
if the second one is true,
the second one was you.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again