Please I beg of you

That no matter how hard it gets

Or how misunderstood your heart becomes,

Do not let this chaotic world turn
You cold.
Please don't allow yourself to become as hard as ice.

Let yourself forgive and forgive and forgive.

Don't fight love,
Let it in.
Keep your fire.

Holding back just slowly makes you like the rest of them.


What kind of world would we live in
If we didn't have people strong enough to show people
That love and only love
Is what keeps the rest of this freezing world, warm?

Why am I so **** hard to swallow?
Again and again repeat
"You're just too strong."
What does that even mean?
Like black coffee?
You just have to acquire the taste...?

Do I have to dilute myself with heavy cream?
Will I be bearable then?

I am ineffable
and you'll choke a little every time you realize
I don't always have enough sugar.

I'll never be able to explain
How much of a blindfold
Rose colored glasses are

And the pain it causes,
Like duct tape melted on my skin,
As I slowly peel them off.

I am the dim star that twinkles
hoping that you'd make a wish on me.

I am the flickering light bulb that
just needs a lil tightening.

I am the coals on the fire hearth
Waiting for you to give me breath.

Yet they walk on by,
Not realizing
I'd make their wishes come true,
I'd light up an entire room,
I'd give them warmth when they are cold.

I am the things that make you feel not so alone.

I am somewhere out there in the sun when it is setting,
Waiting for the stars;
Or I am there as it is rising,
Waiting for the colors to burst in the sky.
I am most in love with this world
When it is asleep.