My words
Like knives
Cut deep into your bones
And I had the audacity
To blame you for bleeding
Like a coin
There are two sides to every story
But the facts will still be facts
Head or tails
The difference doesn't save it
from being a coin
So I admit my error
I accept my right to remain silent
But before that
I'd like to recall
The night we sat in the swings
And talked from our hearts
For the first time
I'd like to refrain
From forgetting
The roses you brought me
That morning in May
It rained the rest of the day
But none of it enough
To wash away my smile
Your name is permanently
Carved into the walls of my heart
But I've learned to love
The taste of memories
Like I've learned
to accept coffee
Warm and welcoming at first
But if forgotten, bitter and cold
Waves of fear no longer wash over me
I am a skilled sailor
In the oceans of regret
But I am a martyr
On the battle grounds of forgetting
The way you looked at me
And held me at my weakest
No amount of words
Can express
The love required to save
a condemned man
My heart was long gone
Before you came
And I blamed you for losing it
When your hands hadn't touched it
Though your voice left finger prints
The day you told me
you'd chosen me over the million
So I guess I'll sign off saying
The memory of you
Is not a bomb to be defused
It keeps me safe on nights
When hope is not around
My sincerest apologies
For not knowing how to
Apologize from my heart
Instead of my head
And my deepest gratitude
Goes to you
For dealing with the mess
I am
And for staying
I will not forget you
And, God forbid, regret you

When he tells you he never wanted to you from the beginning
do not try to change who you are
to fit his liking
he does not deserve you
and he never will
when he gives you the
“it is not you it is me”
tell him
“you are **** right
I am a goddess
and I need no peasant”
When he tells you
“I think we should stop talking”
allow yourself to feel the pain
of losing a friend
but to not allow yourself to mourn
the loss of someone
who does not matter
When he bangs
on the fragile door of your heart
and demands to be let out
Open it welcomingly
Do not beg him to stay
When he tells you
“you should probably hit the gym
more often you know you’ve been getting a little chubby”
Block your ears with love for yourself and leave him with joy
When he makes you feel
you are hard to love
understand that puddle walkers
will never appreciate
The greatness of an ocean
When you find out
he has been sharing his love
with another that is not you
realize he is wasting time
Playing with stars
when he has the moon
realize you are that moon
And you deserve
nothing less than the sun
When he fills the blank space
in your mind
tear that page out
and throw it away
After all, he was a simple rough draft.
Understand you hold galaxies
in you
that your mind
is a universe
far too complex for his simplicity
You will someday learn
that you deserve the love
of 1000 burning suns

One mere candle will not do.

He was like
A Ferris wheel
Always spinning
On the same path
The kind of person
You never meet just once
But once
And then twice
And thrice and so on
We weren't meant
to be lovers
Perhaps we were meant
to be friends
But friends become
lovers
And lovers become
"Just friends"
But "just friends" become strangers
And strangers roam the world
She takes the right road
And he takes the left road
But the world is round
And he is a Ferris wheel
The kind of person
You never meet
Just once

Drunk on nostalgia,
and longing for the past,
looking at who is still my friend,
and the ones gone too fast,
I miss them all,
but I dont want any of them here,
but then again my courage out weighs my fear,
and I see it all so beautifully clear,
what I would do to hear that smile,
or see that laugh,
feel that giggle,
and dance during math,
to have stories of yet to comes,
and what dreams we have with the future suns,
friends of guys and girls,
sending my world into swirls,
and dancing with the flame,
the band maybe different, but the music is still the same,
we all just have a new name,
that is a representation of the yesterdays,
and I miss the the future and past figuring's of today's faze,
nostalgia is weighing the other half of my couch down,
as it is my friend, my smile and my frown,
I'd push them all away,
if I didnt know they were here to stay,
so I might as well enjoy the ride,
because life is just a rock skipping on a pond,
thrown by a bad hand,
I'll keep saying it along with you,
the next skip is new,
but its the skip behind that I'll think aboot in the next few