I'm in love
with the person
i want you to be
that's how i know
i don't love you anymore

If you have never experienced the fall
Then you have never felt the rise to love

And one does not begin nor end with the other,
It is, my fiends, one of the most beautiful circles in life

A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't

Interpretation is unique

We are all explorers, so to speak

All students learning proceedings

Failing at mind reading

Complex beings with animalistic instincts

Our perception is our reality

On our own journey

Misinformed or underperformed

Communication is lost in all forms

Righteousness doesn’t seek praise

Recognition is desired in this instantaneous age

Self-indulgent pitiful complaints

Beats acknowledging responsibilities restraints

As self entitlement and blame culture implodes  

Society’s stuck at a dangerous crossroads

You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles

The most awkward five minutes of my life.

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