I thought that
unconditional love
was selfless
Until i
admitted to myself
i couldn't let you go
That i
can't live without you
I think i
convinced myself
that we could only
be happy together
The truth is
happiness can be found
in many different places
And you may find it
without me
That's what broke my heart the most.

We don't own each other anymore
But in some ways I think we do
I hold you in the palm of my hand
An idea, so dark that it's blinding
An idea of what it's like to be with you
One so much different than our youth
But one that I often bask in
From time to time, a deadly mood
Dead inside, it feels
Feeling the need to let go
And let you love me again

You are the temporary love that will never die.

I think
I am
Already addicted
To tattoos

No matter how
I see them now
Can't help but be attracted

Just wait
For my
Perfect plan

Some ink
Somewhere
So soon

We all want more
We all can't accept
Or do we accept
That who we are is unacceptable
Unless we change
Who we are
How we behave
Who we talk to
How much we make
We all want more
We all can't accept
But we should.

If all words make poems
I'll carefully choose them now
Because I want them to be meaningful in some shape or somehow
A meaning that echos through every bone in my body
A word for each thousand thoughts, although it may be sloppy
I think that I'd be a fool to say that there's no hope
Yet who am I to say that I am strong enough to cope
You were always stronger, always pushing right ahead
It's depressing just to realize how afraid you must have been
To start a whole new story with other strangers at hand
I may not have been so wise to let you run with what we planned
But it was my mistake.
And I took you for granted.
So now I have to put the words on paper
Try to be someone greater
And stop killing myself for you.

I'm not saying that it's perfect
I'm not saying I'm correct
But I feel like what I'm saying is not something to neglect.
I know that things aren't well
I know that we need help
But I think we couldn't make it living by our lonesome selves.
I can't tell you what the answer is
Or it it will ever come
But I'll love you till the world ends even if we come undone.

In the dark
In the night
Out of sight

Laying now
All alone
Not really home

Even now
Thinking how
I came to love you.

Speechless yet
You came and went
No thanks or pardoning words.

Hurting seems
A selfish means
To stop caring for others.

Regretfully so
I've come to know
Anger and strong dismay

Feelings do
Mean a lot to you
But apparently mine do not.

I'm sorry for being honest.