Poets say how beautiful it is
that the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore
no matter how many times it is sent away

How chasing thunderstorms can make you feel so alive
that sometimes you forget you are in the path of a hurricane.

This is how we fall in love
This is how we fall apart

This is the burning flame
This is the burst balloon

This is saying “I love you”
and only hearing a siren song

This is feeling at home
even with your hands around my neck

Maybe I jumped knowing exactly where I’d fall
Maybe I held your heart so hard it exploded

If we are just two people playing with fire
Why am I the only one who gets burnt?

In sixth grade biology class they taught us
that the average human heart is the same size as a fist.
I didn’t know we would all grow up learning to use it like one.

A fallen angel
My wounded piece of glory
Sins he has commited
May not be forgotten
His soul broken from the bones
His heart dark as coal        

Eyes pure evil
I look him deep inside his pupil
To me he is made of gold          
A god or perhaps a sacred soul

His murderers hands
Grips my weakling throat    
my crimson blood
Drips from my cutdeep flesh      
He Beats me till im numb            
His body was strong,mine so fragile      
            
But all I see                                        
When I look deep within  
Is my lovers soul
Pure and sacred
Can cause me no harm at all          
Just a devil inside my lover
It is not my angels fault.
trust me, I know

I want to pay him back.
I want him to feel my pain.
I want him to feel what it is like to have your bones uncontrollably shake.
I want him to know what it is like to go without eating for 3 days.
I want him to feel what it is like to be choked
until your head starts to pound.
I want him to know what it is like to feel nails cutting your knees.
I want him to know what it is like to be told
you are the reason a family is failing.
I have had to feel all of these.
I have dealt with so much more than he can even remember.
I am no monster.
I am better than he ever was  and will ever be.
I will be the son who stops the line of abuse,
the train of pain.
I will not be the one to deduct respect
for ******* a ***** in the wrong direction.
I am a man.
I want revenge.
He Will feel my revenge,
my wrath,
my pain.


some day.