Your presence makes my heart beats fast
And makes me want to forget the past
I want you to stay and make this moment last

I keep on stalking on your account
And I was shocked on what I have found
It makes me want to lay on the ground

It’s just a simple crush
But it made my heart crash
Just like a plane crash

~ Legados, MD A.

You are like the sea. Men will try to conquer you, they will claim to fall in love with you, try to tame you, even bury themselves in your depths; you will swallow anything that threatens your greatness. You, like the sea, not only deserves respect but commands it.

2. When a man calls you out your name, remember that "*****" is just another word for woman who dares to speak her mind. These words are daggers aimed at your throat to cut out your voice, when they use them against you, speak louder. Scream, yell, howl, let your voice be the one sound he fear the most. You cannot be silenced.

3. Love hard. Love everything. Love yourself. Love your work. Love your heart. Love your skin. Love the rain. Love the night. Love fearlessly. Let your love be thick, but once you stop loving something...or someone, don't force it.

4. You cannot experience intimacy without a measure of vulnerability. Don't be afraid of being vulnerable. It will hurt and it will get your heart racing; the feeling in the pit of your stomach will threaten to knock you over but let it happen. Vulnerability allows you to rid yourself of the poisons you've consumed from passed hurts and heartbreaks. Let the vemon leave your bloodstream, let healing take it's place.

5. They never tell you that it's fine to be comfortable with reservation. This is probably the hardest feat. Being comfortable with the fear and the doubt you feel when you step out of your comfort zone is the bravest thing you can accomplish. Embrace it, assess it and if you feel like it's too overbearing, walk away.

My eyes are beautiful, she says.
She must dig the haunted, empty look.

My smile is gorgeous, she says.
My tongue has felt those chips and nicks far too often to agree.

My arms look strong, she says.
I am surprised—she’s seen the scars.

My hands stir her, she says.
There is nothing elegant about them.

She loves me too, she says.
Even as we recall all the times I traumatized her.

She will never leave me, she says.
Dear God—that’s what I was afraid of.

She’d never do better than me, she says.
At that, I bite my tongue.

She doesn’t know what I see in her, she says.
And this, I think, is why we keep each other around.

I have never been a human in my life.
That is because from the day i was born
i decided to be a bird.
And that is how i became what humans
call a "poet".

losing control of my own body
going crazy
being not good enough
hurting someone else
loneliness
dying in my sleep
that my parents actually hate me
going to hell
not living up to my own expectations
serving the wrong religion
not getting into college
losing parts of myself
becoming numb

I need a tailor, but a very specific kind
one who can stitch back together my heart and mind
it seems luck to me wasn't all that kind
Because now I've found myself again in a bind

What can you do when the crush that crushed you likes someone else but that someone else is just as close to you?
should you give up on it or go ahead with gusto and try to improve on it?

Should you make an honest effort and lay my cards on the table
my heart has been stabbed broken damaged and hurt before... am I able?

Can it all be so simple?
like your eyes lips or adorable dimples?
Can Fate finally be kind
kind enough to stop playing jokes and let you be mine?
Or is life like a Rubik's cube... you have to be on ******* to solve?
Because if that's the case I am a Tetris nut... so I am learning to arrange for my fall..