all her friends
spoke of break ups
where they now hate
their ex lovers
but she couldn't hate him
he never did anything wrong
he was good to her
he wasn't at fault
she couldn't even be mad at him
just wished him the best
it's what he deserves

s.s

I’m a rough draft that has yet to turn into a final copy.

I’m that whisper between lovers that has yet to be spoken.

I am the intimacy that is shared between silence and the sweet euphoria of a crescendo.

The transition of thoughts to vocalized words are nowhere in my grasp, for you are inferior to me.

As I sit and watch the wildflowers
I think how humans have no roots
Nothing to hold us back, but nothing to save us
From life's trampling boots

As I sit and watch the wildflowers
I wonder why they are weeds
Their only crime in life
Is to spread their lovely seeds

As I sit and watch the wildflowers
I think of all their trouble
We think of ways to **** them
All that should be left is ruin and rubble

doubtful inquiries
turn to rational thoughts
and like small crafts on open sea
lovers drift apart

s.s

I really thought I found her

seeds of doubt
sprout and flourish
stronger than the roses
that symbolized your love
for doubt is **** killer
and even enchanted roses
wilt away
in amorous decay

s.s

Hey, I wore your love
Hope I can pull this off cause
It looks good on me.

Don't
     Wanna
           Conform
Nevertheless