sometimes self care is
polysporin and bandages
tending to the wounds
of your own self destruction

I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.

you are a stranger
and i am gloomy moonlight
we have met prior

I want
to be the one your pen
and paper talk about

sometimes I forget,
what I used to do to myself.

I remember the feelings,
but not the tears.
the intentions,
but not the actions.

I told a friend
and waited ten minutes for a reply,
breathing in
and out.

in.
out.

worried that I hurt more people
than just me.

in.
out.

resist, overcome, forget.
That's what you're supposed to do

right?

come back,
that's all i request

why'd you
have to go


i hate being in love
with someone i
can't have

Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.

If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.