I admire you, after all the pain and bruise.
You still stuck around and loved like you never lose.
Never lost someone that broke you apart, someone that made you feel like loving you was hard.
You stayed strong though you had impulses that wanted you to do wrong.
Instead of being manipulated into doing things that you hated,
You stood above it all and stand your ground.
You guarded me and though the walls fell you rebuild,
And that empty feeling you gradually filled.
So heart this is for you, I just want to say thank you.


-dpk

Has it really reached this point?
That forgetting you,
Became pleasure
Where everything left
Is regret
That my heart is
Dead again.
It is true, my dear!
Admiring someone,
Is heaven so clear!
You thought everything
Was destiny's strings.
But lemme tell you this,
By blinding yourself
While assuming things
You've missed out the life
You should hold so dear.
Someone who truly loves you
Brings no doubt
To a heart so frail.
Trust me.
You're in love,
But is he/she?

you kept me alive
i think
i think that was living
there was breathing, but there was no hope
and i really can’t blame you for any of this

but you can’t blame me for not wanting a future with you,
when you never gave me a future in the first place

and i can’t hate you, or forget you
i can’t be your stranger, i can’t be your regret
but maybe i already am

i don’t know if i love you
i know this is all i had, but nothing i want, so i why can’t i let go?
i’m beginning to think i trust you,

i thought if love meant trust, then trust meant love
but now,
i trust you not to worry about me
i trust you not to question me, not to understand me
i could tell you anything,
just because you wouldn’t care

i trust you,
i feel like,
one trusts a stranger

maybe it's the staccato of your fingers drumming on my knuckles maybe it's the way you tell me it's what you want too
maybe it's how a palm is an offering or a suggestion always answered in kind
maybe it's how your voice gets as soft as your hands when you hold both of mine
maybe it's when you laugh at me for reaching for your hand before doing the same
maybe that's why it's so safe

I.
maybe we could have been happy

II.
if we had given it a chance

III.
if you had tried, and I had let you

IV.
I'm going to blame myself

V.
but you already knew that

how does a man
who has done what you have done
live with himself
look at himself
-in the mirror

My life is a series of manipulative relationships because from a young age I was taught that my job is to please. To please everyone but me. Because your happiness means more than mine. No is not an option.  

But that's not fair or right or good.
Because I matter and my happiness means just as much as yours or anybody's
So please, ask consent.
My body is mine and only mine.
I choose what I do with it
And I if I say no please don't ask why
Because sometimes the answer is a simple as I don't want to
And that is fair.
It takes two to tango
If two want to tango.
So no means no

Don't push.

You want things I'm not willing to give you
Why? I couldn't tell you.
It seems my body prevents those around me
From seeing who I really am.

You weave words into soft warmth
Better than most
But which parts are real
Which words do you mean?

My body is a work of art.
But is that because it was convenient
Or were you really in awe.