How is it that once my life becomes sane.
I become healthy.
I become happy.
It causes my writing to suffer.
The words evade me.
The poet in me comes to a halt.
It is something I can not understand.

A year ago today I was in complete hell. However, a year has passed and though the memories still makes my heart break. Today is becoming an amazing day.

Today's the day.
The day I've been dreading for a year now.
Today's the day I lost my baby.
The memory of it all is crushing.
I don't know how to think.
How to feel....
It's as though there's an overwhelming sense of sorrow suffocating me.
I don't know how I'm going to get through this day.
I never met you...
But I love you my shooting star.
R.I.P.  My Love

Welcome to Twenty-Sixteen.
Congratulations!
We all made it.
The year from hell is over.
I can finally step away.
Move on and forget it all.
Move on and move forward.
Create a new life for myself.
Create a new way to hold on to happiness.
Goodbye Twenty-Fifteen thanks for all the memories.
Some of them were pretty great.

I've come to know a beauty so amazing even this doesn't compare. Standing here with him, I stare only into his eyes.

You use to give me flowers atleast once a day. Now everyday I find myself sitting alone, picking off the petals. Does he love me? Does he not?

We spoke today.
First time since April.
You gave me a ride.
It was weird.
Awkward yet Comfortable.
We spoke on and off the entire time.
We were even laughing.
It was weird.
A good weird.
Simply because now I know.
Now I know I'm over you.
Simply speaking to you...
It gave me the closure I haven't been able to posses.
The closure I've craved for this past year.
So thanks for the ride babe.
But mostly...
Thanks for my new found freedom.
I'll always love you.
But now I'm positive that I don't want you.