I always hated mirrors.
Because they seem to highlight my flaws.
Whether it's the acne or the way my ribs poke through my skin.
I rarely like what I see.
Maybe I'm not supposed to.

i remember them
better than they remember me
i'm sure
my hate like the tip of an iceberg
drifting in the back
of my mind
driving me insane
since it seems like its been
years
maybe forgiveness
however much i hate the concept
is the right idea
when it comes to
their nature,
and my closure.

If you are going to shine in this world,
it is essential to know:

You will cast shadows.

People will hate you for
the darkness,
instead of praising you
for clarity.

You came into my life
With an entire universe
Caged inside your mind,
Stardust in your veins,
And an energy that radiated off you
Like rays of light from the sun
That I couldn't help but absorb
I guess I just wanted
To thank you
You made me view the world
In a different light and
I'd like to think that I did the same
For you

This is something
She cannot hide.

Love lost.
Time spent.
The rhymes of the heart spoken.

Two souls fought
To save themselves.
But were they lost
Along the way?

Scars seem healed.
Nothing but paint to cover.
Promises broken.
Trust shattered.
Left to bleed.

A tangle of fear,
Of muffled calls
And dying hope.

She couldn't sink far enough
Into the ground.

Crack
Crack
Goes the heart.

It's all he can hear.
Resented is the reaction.
He coats it
With lies.

He can hear nothing.
Nothing at all.

She's forced to sleep
With screams and cries,
For this is something
She cannot hide...

She believed.
He lied.

I'm a lonely soul
Walking lonely miles
In a lonely town
Not just for a while
I've been walking for long
Even when I thought It stopped
Even when I thought the loneliness was gone
It was still there
It was still alive
deep inside
Not just for a while
I can't get rid of it
Even when people surround me
I can't make it disappear
Even though I try so hard
It's a part of me
A part of my soul
The loneliness
Will remain until I get I old
Because maybe then I find the peace
Maybe then my soul will be free

I am to know: her skill she poetically makes me see
come: to a point,
conspiratorial at times, but, aren't we all?
orphans?
In shells With heads hidden in?
She is destined: nature  knows
she has an ear no matter how
sometimes: I yell, she always comes back.
She is from hell : or a guide sent to save me?
She knows all the words: knows every dead poet.
She grows: on me, and in my head more every way
with each day, wonderful.
She is my Queen, my muse:
my today: Tomorrow.