My heart shouldn’t have profusely bled
I saw her face only once
a moment’s crossing in a moment paid
not meant for a second chance!

The fire shouldn’t have leapt in me
she was a doomed emotion
trying to live in my penned poetry
meant to be only a notion!

My mind shouldn’t have imprisoned her
caged her from one mere glance
lived the phantom of an absurd affair
spilled ink in a mad trance!

I shouldn’t have sought her anymore
searched in the wild her trace
she couldn’t be my paramour
I saw from the crowd her face!

I know you will never see this
but I am sorry.

I am sorry for leaving you
at a rough time

I am sorry for causing you pain
for leaving you with regret that you shouldn't even feel.

You shouldn't feel anything
for this is my fault.

I am sorry.

She see's him...

Their naked bodies. Lights on, shades and windows wide open.
Fully exposed.

They have no shame,
they look lively,
happy,
ecstatic.

And she wonders what she's doing wrong.

Has she done something wrong?

Although she's known about the other woman.
She's been knowing and has said nothing... Done nothing.

Why?

Why doesn't she bring her words aloud?
Thought's roam the surface?
Feelings strike freely?

She deserves answers.

She deserves to go and be gone.

Live her life without asking.

Obviously he does not do so, so why must she?
She does not change her image, she does not stand and fight.
She does not release the lies he's told and the truths she knows.

You can finally go..
Finally leave..
Why do you stay? Why not leave?
Can't she leave and not look back?

You're obviously not enough for him, so why should he be for you?

You deserve better!

An innocent should not be with the unfaithful.
You are nature and he's a one eyed mischievous slithering snake.


Continue your ever so loving cherishing life.

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,--
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,--
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

Who can hate a Rose? For when it was younger,
with rows full of petals arose from its slumber.
Awakened to blossom. It's beauty exposed.
I dare not impose, but you can't hate a Rose.

Who hates the Sunflower that shines by the hour?
Though small in her stature, enormous in power.
Humble in appearance but where the wind blows,
The Sunflower goes and the Sunflower grows.

Who can hate a Daisy? Well they must be crazy!
When lost in your smile, I don't try to escape.
Contained in your maze I would gaze in amazement.
This radiant Daisy brightens my Day.

Who can hate a Tulip? Well they must be foolish.
My two lips are silent whenever yours speak,
and I must confess this is more than suggestion
It would be Majestic if these Tulips meet.

I'm only trying to love myself to make up for me hating me.
I hate the way I hate myself but i just cant escape from me.
Tell myself I'll get it right and I just gotta wait for me,
but me is getting tired, meanwhile I'm just waiting patiently.

Trying to give myself a vision, I'm just trying to make me see,
That happiness is bread and life could really be a bakery.
Got a sweet tooth and negativity is cake to me.
Everybody watching, they just copying and pasting me.

Take the key, I'm trying to lock my thoughts inside a safe with me.
Looking in a mirror just to let myself debate with me.
I just wanna love my life, living, learning gracefully
But how can I uplift myself when all my thoughts are weight to me?

Racing through infinity I'm standing with the Trinity.
Me, Myself, and I, that's a triangle full of enemies.
Me, Myself, and I, in me so tell me where would you hide?
You wanna hear some painful irony? I have to choose sides.

Because I stay fighting myself and hurting me like am I serious?
There ain't enough room in this one body for the three of us.
No we cannot comfort us. Yes it makes us furious.
Screaming to ourselves like, "is anybody hearing us?"

Self inflicted pain. On this shelf I sit in vain.
Telling me about myself cause no one else would think its sane.