and sometimes
we need to lose it all
   to find ourselves.

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.

it wasn’t
you leaving,
that hurt the most.

it was
how you left.
the same way everyone else did.

one day
you make me feel
as if i will be in your world
forever.
the next day,
i am not in your world.
a stranger
you wouldn’t recognize.

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

i loved you
                                            you knew it


that is why i hurt so bad.




you got what you wanted.
and i got hurt,
trying to give you
everything.

you are a drug to me
my mind is warn down and tired
of the reoccurring thoughts of you

a broken record on repeat.

but my heart still wants you desperately.
you are no good for me
but i crave you
your stories, your laugh,
your touch, and the way
you cared about me
so deeply
for a moment in time.

It takes a certain type of person
to see the color and vibrance
in your soul.
how you light up a room
and your spirit saturates
everything around you.
but honey we live in a colorblind world
a black and white society.
they can not see your true colors.
but those who can,
hold on to them.

I hope you are being you
            as I am being me.
                                            this is what will bring
                                            us together darling.

                                                       ­  e.reed

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.

Beauty in diversity.




                                                            ­   -E.Reed

Your eyes
held the seas,
the endless horizon.

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

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.

The fear in losing yourself
is incomparable
to the relief you will feel
in finding yourself

it does not hurt anymore.

it no longer makes me
cry rivers
or contemplate
where it all went wrong
I no longer ponder
your true intentions

it silenced me
it locked me in a dark room
for days at a time.
my own thoughts
holding me hostage,
not a tear was shed.
i do not contemplate
where it all went wrong
because i know,
it went wrong
when i decided to trust again.
when i thought that
maybe
just ******* maybe
you were different.
just maybe, you truly meant
what you said.
honey i am a fool,
to think anyone could love
such a broken soul
as my own.
                                    -Erin R

Our love was
        a blind bull
            in a china shop
                                                subconsciously
                                                destructive.

                                                               e.reed

behind the promises
             the poetry
             the music
             the endless conversations with
                your hazel eyes
                that said more than
                your lips ever could
was your hollow heart
        your hollow love.
                                                      e.reed

you must find beauty
in the cracks of your soul
the little broken pieces
are what set you apart
from others,
this is where
the light shines through
where your beauty is
illuminated.

                                                          e.reed

The beautiful thing is
                                        life goes on.
even when the rain begins
and the dark clouds roll in
                                        flowers will be growing.
There is beauty in darkness.
you must open your mind enough to see it,
feel it,
let it consume you.

                                            e.reed

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 can not wait
for the day
                             i wake up to a new sunrise
                             see new smiles
                             hear new laughs
                             and find a new you.

                                                            e.reed