Selfishness: the quality or condition of being selfish
I've never found a definition
that described me so perfectly

I spend my life
talking about everything I hate
and spreading around negative weight
not even knowing why I wake

and every time I feel just an ounce of selfishness
reality takes it toll on me
and hurts a loved one

why do bad things happen to good people
she's only 24 and is diagnosed
with 4 different cancers
but still manages to find
that reason to smile through the pain

Life has its ways to teach me lessons
but some lessons are more harsh
than others


Selfishness: the quality or condition of being selfish
I've never found a definition
that described me so perfectly

I want to formally say sorry
to everyone who was ever in need
of a life

because I acted like
the life inside of me
was just another branch on a tree

words going back and forth
hateful words said for no reason
yelling coming from one
crying coming from another

words are so powerful
yet so cruel at the same time
words have so much power
that we take advantage of

the crisp dry words
that fly off of your partners tongue
come out so fast
you don't realize how much
you just hurt the one person you love

im so tired of pain in a world
that is suppose to be happy and pretty
its tiring to see so much sadness
in a place that is a pleasure to live in

Love(n) -an intense feeling of deep affection.
Or (n)- a person or thing that one loves
Love seems to be a very complex idea
There's so many questions
that I want answers to

Is love an idea or feeling?
Because how are you going to tell me
that love isn't an idea
when you think about it.

how could you tell me love isn't a feeling
when that's all I can feel?

Do you feel it through the rush between your toes or is it that glowing look that won't go away?

Do you feel love in your stomach when the butterflies come to rest?

When do you actually know you love someone, because I think I accidentally ate a bowl of loveo's this morning and I think I'm in love.

life is a never ending cliffhanger
constantly wondering what will happen next
but you don't know till you get there

my life is like a book
and every day I leave off
on a cliff hanger

it's so hard to lay down
to go to sleep when you don't know
what's gonna happen next

I wish I could skip a few chapters
or fast forward my life
to know the exciting parts in the beginning

so I lay here to fall asleep
and read a new chapter tomorrow
in the book of life

until then,
I'm stuck waiting.
-H.M.

no one else can feel things for you
only you can accept them
be yourself
any chance you get
because there will be a day
where your unsure of yourself
and you will need to rely on memories
to find yourself again
speaking from experience,
you always seem to lose yourself
trying to find the real you
hold on to yourself
and love the way you are

life is as boring as a park with no kids in it
I am the park craving for you to come visit
but I never know when someone will show

I miss you like the moon misses the sun
when it's unfortunately night
and they are separated by time

you are like the tiara to my sleep
it doesn't really make sense
but neither does you staying in my life

I crave your love like a kid craves chocolate
you're so bad for me
but I love that I get you

I wait for your presence like a little kid waits for an ice cream truck that's already past
I waste all my time
sitting, and thinking about what I want.

the sun would never wanna see the day where she doesn't pass the moon
and that's how I feel
I never wanna lose you

pain finds its ways
to creep on you
like the kid
who can't stop following his mom

pain is everywhere
and I can't out run you

who said life can't be close to perfect?
the idea of perfection is an illusion
no matter how you try
nothing will ever be close to perfect
why can't I strive to make things
as close to perfect
as I think they can get?