my mind is ready to move on
but my heart only knows how to stay.

-*CPM

I wrote poems that carried so much of my vulnerability, self-love, emptiness, lust, self-destruction, and etc. that I felt all in that time.

I woke up every morning having bad habits that were difficult to let go. It began to be a routine to go on with my day with toxic thoughts, actions and feelings.

Most times, it takes hundredths of poems to heal brokenness. I'm here to say, in that amount of time, you have grown stronger than the last poem you've written. And when you look back at all those words you poured out so effortlessly, you have not realized how much pain you gone through and survived. You are a healing wound, and your body and mind is working wonders without you even knowing every second of the day.

You will wake up one day, feeling exhausted for letting this heaviness weigh you down for so long and you'll realize you're meant to do more than just fall.

- *CPM

i used to cry everyday.
because i thought i deserved
a love that burned my finger tips
every time i tried to fix it.
but love should never
leave you with blisters.

- *CPM

i hate that i remember
the taste of your lips against mine
and how i miss those soft sheets
tangled between our bodies

i hate that days have passed
and you haven't pressed
your lips against mine
and your sheets are cold and empty

and when you're tangled
with those sheets all by yourself
you do not even think twice
about the my warmth

- *CPM

i do not need you
to fill the parts of me
you think are empty

i am mine
and i am more full
than i have ever been

- *CPM

my body became his pit stop
foolishly, i opened up pieces of me
that he stored shortly
before he left them crumbled
on his night stand

i remember what he said clearly,
lies coated with thick honey
he was sweet only for a second
his words felt like sugar all over me
he always came back for a taste
but I do not taste the same since then

- *CPM