I fell for a girl with a glass heart
And watched as she  
Slowly fell apart
Picking up the pieces
And putting her back together
Meant knowing that she
Wouldn't do the same
No matter how much I helped her
Despite the cuts she left
On my hands
I wouldn't have wished
For he to be made of gold
Because instead of being
A caring canvas
I would have been the coal
Sacrificed in order
To make her glow

The scary thing about
how time heals
is that I forgot
the only person I wanted to remember.
I force myself to be okay with that.
I started to lose

all the details about her, all the fights I knew I'd lose
before the arguments began, because I couldn't stand to think about
her being upset with me. I was quick to let her think that
the tension between us healed
that neither of us could remember
the reason we were fighting in the first place. I forgot

her coffee order when she's sad, I forgot
how she freaked out when she lost
the callback to someone we despised. I forgot how she remembers
that I counted how many chicken nuggets I ordered. She was all about
knowing the little things that kept me at ease, that healed
my stress away from her. But then I knew that,

with the poison I kept on the tip of my tongue, that
would be impossible. She tended to forget
even though she was the one to heal
me emotionally when no one else could, she would lose
me at the same time with disappointment. It was not her fault. About
four years now, I'm still alone in pictures. I remember

that we were always together in a single frame. I remember
I kept my mouth closed and she smiled with her teeth. That
passenger seat remained empty, beneath a full moon about
to transform into new. Once I forget
eclipses only last a few hours, I lose
the nostalgia that never did get me healed.

Replaying my memories will not heal
what I once had. I will not remember
everything I thought I'd never lose.
Once it hits, I am on the floor, pressing into the cold tiles, so close that
I can reimagine her skin, and I will never forget
all of the things I thought about.

I believe she can no longer heal me and that kills me.
I can't remember to forget her.
I constantly wonder about her, and the universe I lost.

Life is like a story book.
Every chapter has a new beginning.

Power is only an asset if one uses it wisely

All of us on hello poetry write with a purpose. The words being what we are feeling. That there is truth behind our words. Our words are what we express ourselves through and we should continue to this because one day, our words may be the legacy that we leave behind.

You may sometimes feel as though that your life has no meaning. That no matter how many times you try to help someone, you always look like the bad guy. All I can say, is keep your eyes open because no matter what, you are in control of your own destiny, whether you believe it or not. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is set in stone. Even permanent marker eventually washes away. So we should always keep our eyes open because if we walk through life blind, we will miss all the beauty along the journey.

My heart was always looking for,
Someone to mend the crack.
To make me feel that others care,
And get me back on track.

I dealt with so much pain,
So many times before.
Life before I met you,
Was always such a bore.

I love you so much more,
Than words could ever say,
And incase you didn't know,
I think about you everyday.

Life has many ways of hurting us,
But it is for a good reason.
Even though we may see it as,
Harmful, inhuman or treason.

No matter what happens,
We must never give up.
All of us should join together,
Against this world that's so corrupt.

Sometimes things spiral out of control,
And seem like they'll never end.
So this is a message to life itself,
That we must all hit send.

Ever since we met,
The whole world seems brighter.
That the darkness inside of me,
Finally became lighter.

You showed me what love means.
And healed my broken heart.
You did for me what no one could,
And showed me I'm a work of art.

I now know why it always felt,
Something was missing from my life.
Exactly why I never succeeded,
When I was holding that knife.

I was meant to find you one day,
And I'm glad I finally did.
My past demons are now history,
And this I shalt not kid.

You are the love of my life,
And that will never change.
I see you as incredible,
Even if you think it's strange.

You are my other half,
Who I was destined to find.
You make me feel complete,
And to me you are one of a kind.

You cannot always trust a pretty face. What you see as an angel, may be a demon hiding beneath the skin.

Am I growing or is the world becoming smaller?
Where did I leave my childhood behind and when was it really over?
Is there a way to predict the future or does it completely depend on our choices?
Am I the one to calm my thoughts or is it out of my control?
Why did they do this to me and should I be sorry for their actions?
Do I try too hard or do I just not care enough?
Am I too less or too much?
Why did I never get to say goodbye when I knew it would happen?
What is the reason for the birds to leave south and come back again if it'll just get cold later?
How do I rescue myself before it is too late and will it ever be too late?
Did I hit rock bottom or can I continue to dig further down?
Is there a specific purpose for me in this world or are some of us perhaps not destined to anything?
Are we walking in circles or are we actually moving forward if not backwards?
Does it get better with time or do I just get better at swallowing the pain like it was bitter medicine?
Will this end and how did it even begin?
Why do the covers feel too hot but the world around me too cold?
Am I scared of monsters or people who pretend to be angels?
Do I get deceived to believe or is the feeling about this real?
Do I want to go back or is it worth to keep moving?
Am I scared or am I excited?

”You need to learn how to love yourself
You keep stomping on yourself like you were a bug that freaked you out
You point your fingers at yourself
Seriously why would you do that to yourself, do you know how stupid it is?
Why do something others easily can do to you, why would you waste your time on that
You're never going to become of anything if you never let yourself grow
If you keep saying that you can't, you're again wrong
Because even flower seeds are strong enough to break the paved roads and bloom
Do you think they give up because it is difficult?
Yes, it is unfair that you happened to be planted under a thick pavement like those flowers were
but if you don't keep on trying you will never bloom”