"I love the way light dances in your eyes when you talk about the things you love. There is so much goodness in you that I've started seeing the good in me too."

Pity naught the fool who stood agape at the mouth of the abyss,
Who henceforth became a delirious, demented *******.
For very few are those who return from the precipice
Left with scars  that are all but a trifle.

‘Tis not fire that burns, that brings about anguish.
‘Tis not rain that drowns, that brings about pain.
A sanguine dullard will forever seek to diminish
What a benighted scholar will endeavor to sustain.

Hath thee the prudence
To discern the ciphers
In the deafening silence?
In the earsplitting whispers?

The fiends,
Their eyes
Of sordid coal
Conceal the truth
Of what they are after.
Their forlorn cries beseech the soul
With venom as clear as polished lacquer.

"Where do unwritten words go?
And why does my chest hurt when you leave?"

If only I was not gravely mistaken
about all the things that matter most to me.

~*D.C.

She wants to,
and she doesn’t.
She wants to,
yet she doesn’t.
She wants to,
*but she doesn’t.

You*
were *liquid fire
upon my lips
that nicotine
cannot compare.

D.C., *Breathing deep

"Where is your heart?”
she asked.
So I told her
“Wherever you are.”
and that is the truth.

"Someday I will no longer be caught up in other people’s messes, far away from anyone who ever said they knew me but knew absolutely nothing about my dreams, my poetry, my sadness, or my fears. Someday I will no longer be part of this cycle of hate, forcing me to do things that I will never be happy about, making me hurt myself and the people I care about most. Someday I will be happy with who I am and what I am doing, and I will be freer than even birds."

"The music closest to me? I can feel it in my chest,
playing in time with every single heartbeat."

"Sweetie, you weren't healthy for me."

"It is especially when the night is darkest
that your light shines through."

there she goes again;
more amazing than the last time I saw her
with her lovely voice
and that swagger in her gait
that makes heads turn
even more than twice.

there she goes again;
with the very breath of her
as cascading poetry
in a writer's repertoire
of meaning;
the very reason why I say
these words will never be enough.

there she goes again;
giving me a sense of pride
as she slowly fell asleep
in a jeep homeward bound;
to be as thunder in hurricanes,
*even without me.

"It is a terribly wondrous thing to be able to care so much about the lives you come across, but I know it can also be quite draining. So have my heart for now, and I will keep yours in safekeeping until it's back to tip-top shape."

"Love is the dream worth making into reality.
Love is the dream worth waking up to."

there she goes again
just like the song
with a fractured heart
taking more and more time to heal
every single step of the way
back to the woman she once used to be.

I am to blame,
in part,
for not being there for her
when she needed me the most
and this is what guilt tastes like;

Awfully bitter, in pure distaste.

I can't save You from yourself, sweetie,
but I forgive You for the both of us,
and I know how it feels
to not be strong enough to forgive myself.

What has become of us?
I'm sorry, my Love.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Meet me at the train station.
Meet me by the sea.
Hold my hand.
Come away with me.

Let’s get lost.
Let’s be together.
Let’s be lost in each other forever.

Watch some movies.
No more pretending.
I’ll be yours even after the ending.

Hug me tightly.
I won’t let you go.
We will love.
We will love.

I know, I know~

"I am back in the house where I grew up in,
but every piece of me is homesick for You."

"I still remember a time before you, and with it I can say with certainty that everything is different now. I have known loss and heartache, but I've also discovered love and wonder, and all this you have brought by simply being true to yourself."

To me,
You are
the
seafaring Sun
as it sets sail
over
the far horizon,
while for You,
I am merely
just a name.

"Far away,
but never truly apart."

Word-weaver,
Soul-keeper.
Heart-seeker,
World-eater.
You steal away
the sorrow
buried
deeply
in my chest,
and it
no
longer
hurts;
the act
of breathing,
the act
of being.
You tug at
my heartstrings
and I wonder:

“Can you hear the symphonies you’ve composed?”

When I tell people
that something
seems to be missing
in my life,
they tell me
what I need is a girlfriend.
But deep down,
I thought to myself,
all I ever need
is You.

~*D.C.

"Never let anyone invalidate what you feel."

I hand you my past
and you give me tomorrow.
We’ll repaint the grey,
do away with the sorrow,

With every ounce of our afterglow.

~

"I am your keeper."

I used to define myself by how successful I was,
whether it was through stacking accolades,
the praise I receive from others,
or just plain getting what I want.
I don't want to be that kind of person anymore.
Let what I love define me.

"My chest is a garden of words;
full of seeds that you planted."

"Wherever you are
is where I call my home."

Some scars appear
as immaculate smiles
painted below weary
eyes that know
nothing but to
quietly turn away.

Some scars,
permeating,
turn
the air
in one's
lungs
to sulfur,
spreading
counterfeit
blood
through
the veins
like an
acrid,
festering
poison.
Some scars,
corroding,
leave a heart
surrounded
in rot,
and
a mind
courting
the
seductive
caress
of
endless
oblivion.

Turn back now,
toward that mirror.
Stay foul, rotten
and helplessly hurting.
Some scars heal
in complete surrender.

And I know
how the past
can be
a difficult thing
to forget.
Bruised knees
and
bleeding elbows
were far easier problems
to fix than matters
of
the heart.

But don’t forget
in each somber
embrace of defeat
is your soul
lying in wait,
resting to rise,
your judgment solely
superior yet finite.
Take it slow.
Pain fades overtime.
Scars simply remind.

........
And I wish you had none of it,
but let the marks on your skin
be a testament to
the wild call of adventure in your heart.
Let the heaviness in your chest
tell you that there have been
instances in your life
where you have chosen to be brave;
that sometimes
—when you let the love in—
the hurt also enters,
completely uninvited,
and sometimes it's
the one that stays.
Sometimes we
take the leap,
and sometimes
we don't walk away
from it unscathed,
but that doesn't mean
you are not all the good
that is found in you
—that doesn't mean
you weren't enough;
You are the sum total
of all the things you love
and care about,
and no amount of hurt will ever take that away from you.


You are a constellation of scars born from mysteries and imperfect Ever Afters,
and one incredibly unforgettable journey.

I have loved You dearly
Before,
and I will love You dearly,
even After.

*D.C.

"Make that phone call, go somewhere you've never been before,explore, discover, tell someone you love them, get rejected, learn to love again, or love them regardless, try harder, be the best you can be, eat the food you've been craving for, write that novel-
Embrace.
Your.
Dreams."

"She can be stubborn to a fault, ill-tempered, vain, petty, insensitive, and needy, but she can also be gentle, caring, selfless, understanding, patient, and loving. I wish I could say more; to be with her, giving my best to keep her safe whenever she feels the burdens on her two little shoulders -to share the love between us like we used to. But such is life, and sometimes two people love each other then one of them falls out of it while the other has to deal with the pain of staying, and somehow moving on."