The suns rays wrap around my
tired soul
as if
she is saying
good morning
                         today is another day,
                         another chance to be the best
                         most pure
                         version of yourself.

I do not want your
wasted mind
to settle,
if your heart
never had any
intentions of staying.

the cemetery
and the garden
where creativity
comes to die
and to grow.
the contradicting society
of this generation.

I was a shattered mirror
trying to pick up
all my pieces
and still reflect beauty

what I’v learned is,
not all mirrors can be fixed.

I reach for the right side
of the bed
only to find
the cold sheets
resting on the wine stained mattress
as my tears
began to dance
on the pillow case
where you use to lay your head.

a fool
i am
  to convince myself
  that the words that flowed
  like the sound of a perfect melody
  from your lips,
  were the words
  of an honest man.