this shouldn't be hard.
I'm not here to judge but,

"-" if you see a poem,
DECORATED in this unusual way"_)"
it's just a fifteen yr old bored and
tired...of their life.

iF YOU SEE A POEM LIKE THIS,
THEN SOMEONE IS ANGRY,
OR THEIR CAPS LOCK IS PLAYING DANGEROUS GAMES.

                                            if a poem is like this,
                                            then the person wanted to be
                                             sad.

                                             not sincere.


Now,
If you see a poem like this,
Shining and rising
In different new world you've never heard of before
Then you're here.
You're where you should be.

Sometimes I go into the city at night
alone.
Let the pavement trace the way without breaks,
get lost under the blue lights.
I go to the places we used to
and sometimes get a little drunk –
I don’t want to remember
but I have gravitated to these places
so maybe I should just honour
my cravings for you –
the sickly-sweet syrup
of your spit,
the saffron, sticky honey of your eyes.
We used to
do the same
together
as I am now doing alone –
let the concrete slabs
pave the way
without breaks;
going nowhere
and everywhere
all at once.

Falling down
          Failing
                 Is hard to swallow
Pick yourself back up
          Dust yourself off
                 Try again
For those who fall or fail at sometime
Whether once or multiple times
Grow stronger and become more appreciative of life
Never be scared to try or do anything
Even if it takes a lifetime to achieve

I
am
healing
but I don't want you to take off your shoes in my home yet

I
am
healing
but I'm still afraid of your touch

I
am
healing
but while I'm healing, you're burning like a broken electric wire, and while you burn you bloom

so yes, I am healing
slowly
trembling
feeling numb
but healing

Her fingers tangled up in someone else
The same fingers that drew a line
A line I tried so desperately to cross
The difference between
Loving her
And being loved by her
Her eyes
Once steadied on me
Closed shut
Yet it was me who could no longer see
Her face
Disfigured by distance
Distance in her wants
And in my love
A face that lived so often in my head
I could reach inside of me and touch it
Unrecognizable
Nothing left to show
Her fingers
Her eyes
Her face

Fading