Maybe we will be together someday, when I have moved away, and when we have become strangers once again.


    Maybe I can manage to conjure up the words to once again speak to you, and maybe we will have small talk; you will say you're fine, and I will lie and say I am too, but in my heart I know i will still hurt for you.


    Maybe I'll walk by your shop, and you will be standing outside-smoking a cig, watching and wondering if we could've been something big.


     I remember the day I met you, it's still as vivid in my mind, you drew a picture of a bird with a clock, you asked me what you should title it and I wittingly replied. "Time flys."


     Just like a bird, with a familiar tune, our love and our life flew by, all too soon. That picture entailed how it would end, it meant that one day, you would just be an old friend.


     I'm no scientist, or mathematician, but the only thing I know is true is this: every 7 weeks, your red blood cells die, and new ones form; eventually I'll have a new body that you will have no longer touched.


     So sip your tea, and splurge in your wealth, one day you will look back, and wish you had changed yourself.

I'm tired of writing poems about being hurt, but I'm scared if I stop feeling that way, all feelings of you will stray.
   Oblivion is inevitable, and we're all sure to die, but you can't ever say that I didn't try.
   When I'm laying in bed, troubled inside, I turn, and notice you're no longer by my side. I wanted to marry you, it's crazy, but true. The *** was passionate, I felt so close to you-but the further we drifted apart, the more you neglected my heart.
    A man you aspired to be, but for someone who was no longer me.You were the fool, and I was the fawn; I should've known right from wrong. The brightest day that I wish to see, is the day when you are again wanting me. I changed who I was, and I am changing who I have become ; to be a better woman for a man that I love.
     Come back home- I don't want you to continue to roam; No questions asked, no past remembered, just you and me. . . forever re-kindled.

The pain from you, is still too new. It's hard to describe the love I gave to you; because you have already started anew. It's not your looks (although they were easy on my eyes), it's the way you smiled that made up for all of the lies. Your body was my temple, raw. . .and beautiful too; it's easy to see how the Earth shaped you. When you touched me, with your soft hands, I could still see the reminisce of blood and dirt from the all times you were once hurt. We had a connection--no doubt, but something changed, and now she's all that you're about. You stole my heart, and refused to return it, but just know- I always thought you deserved it.

If you think my hands are full, you should see me heart. I carry the weight of others on top of my own, looking for my own place to call home. I wander and stray, stubborn some say, but being independent is my only way. I once saw a young girl who was confident with ease, but as she grew up, that feeling became cocky and then almost fictitious. She had a beautiful brain, pure soul, and a kind heart. Until one day, her walls came crashing down, insecure, as well as unsure. Now that young girl has a tainted soul, broken heart, and a confused brain. You see, her hands can hold the weight until she can bare no more, then drop the tangible burdens onto the floor. However, her heart, it keeps expanding, keeps inhaling-it can't drop the weight at any given moment. So she continues her journey always looking for atonement.

You're young with too much cash, I've watched you grow up fast, but I can't forget the past-we weren't made to last.
      I thought by now you would know to never **** around with thieves, cause I guarantee this life ain't what it seems.
      Stealing hearts since day one, never thought you'd lose the one you loved; but every day it's getting harder, dealing with the devil is a dangerous barter.

I haven't tried LSD, let alone THC, but I do know that your love is a drug to me. The effects that your love imposed on me, are greater than the drugs that you have exhibited to me.
       Some people trip to find their morality, but when the trip hits me, I just realize the harsh reality.
       The cuts, the scars, some you can't see, but nonetheless they are apart of me.        
       You're stuck in the matrix, as am I, but I didn't dodge the bullets that flew by. Life hit hard when my drug of choice ruined my life, because there was a lot that I have had to sacrifice.        
       I'm having withdrawals, I need you in my life, my only friend was you, and now I'm forced to try something new.
       Worst than the last, never as good as you, but it's getting me by- see you next time I get high.

To know without knowledge,
To understand without comprehension,
To wonder without question,
        To see past your one dimension.

To love without sympathy,
To live without a breath,
To sin without infamy,
            To witness your own death.

To remember without pain,
To forget without reflection,
To cry without vein,
   To watch you live without perfection.

Looking back, I wish I could see the now, because so much hurt has fallen on barren ground. But this time, I’m going to stand ten toes down, move without a sound, show you what it’s like when I’m not around. I was down for you, bound to you, tethered at the hip to you. I thought it was worth it, thought I was confused, believed that our relationship was abused. Now I see things clearer; Two souls crossing universes to make ends meet. I hope you find that love that was ever so sweet.