That my beloved friend, is the cruel and twisted puzzle of life; do not fret however, for you will one day see the silver light and warmth of joy.

Love will either shackle you in misery, or liberate you. It's a double edge blade with two possible outcomes. The better of the two isn't always the one that pierces our hearts.

Tis better to have loved and bled, than to have never loved at all. For if you bleed and weep for a broken heart, at least you'll know you're human. If you never bleed, never feel a pulse that resonates from within for another, then you would have been made of stone; you would have never truly been alive.

it's tomorrow and it's not a break
for anybody involved and I should go to bed
and it's not Christmas yet but it feels like it
my head hurts a bit but I can't change whatever
it is that is written on my skin, not yet
but in a years' time, I swear, but I only wish
I knew where I was going and that
this poem didn't end like this.