To my first love,
you broke me, you left me. You loved me, I'd like to believe all the times you told me you loved me you meant it.
You're not reading this, I know you're not and I know you haven't read any of my poems. They're give you insight into my mind that you never could understand.

You did push me though, you pushed me to write, so I guess I should thank you for the heartbreak, it's let me create art.

This isn't a poem, this is a letter. One addressed to the source of my poems, I love you and I know it's true. And I know that I'll never forget you.

I let you in

I let the poison take over my body

I let your soul control mine

you cut the flowers from the garden inside me and left only the weeds.

You had me breathing my last breaths and then left, and now

there is a little flower growing inside me.

your eyes were the thing that got me hooked, the first dose of your drug. then, you made me feel special and worth something, the second dose; the addiction was growing. and as time progressed, my addiction grew and my vision became fuzzy, and you became all of me. that's when I overdosed. and now you're gone and I'm just an addict with a pen. I think it's time to become sober. my dear darling of a drug, this is where the pain stops and you become nothing but a memory and I begin to detoxify.

the darkness lives
the darkness thrives
the darkness takes you on a drive
and leaves you stranded in the bad places


-f.r.

I see you both, walking down the street we both know too well

You look like lovers, you most likely are

But then your eyes meet mine, and I swear they have something inside

A look that screams "I'm sorry darling, but my love is not for her, it is for you."

I look down at the ground, tears already threatening to spill

I couldn't help but think to myself, "if this love is for me, then my dear why are you still with her?"

An unrequited love but not everyone can have their happy ending.