i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.

A fatefull turn.
The Grace of chance.

A weary heart.
A moments glance.


For in those moments.
Precious few.
Would grow,
and burn.
My heart anew.

A perfect
Form.
Cast from light.
That pulled me,
from
An endless night.

If we could forget our downfalls,
We would never learn from them.
Remember,
History tends to repeat itself
Unless we work against it.
Maybe that's the issue.
Through trying to forget,
You forget to listen to your heart.
Maybe you need to do your best to remember.
Remember the good times,
The lessons learned,
And all of the little things.
The little things mean the most.

Cracked
Kaleidoscope memories of you
Beautiful if turned one way, and muddled when turned another
But do I want to search for its beauty?
Do I want to search for you?

My fingers graze things you once held, searching for echoes of your finger tips,
My fingers graze my skin hoping to remember how you feel,

If I turn up the volume, will it give me comfort the way your voice used to?
The pause between words have me grasping on to the way I held your silence between my lips,

I remember your words and whispered promises as if they were etched onto my skin,
No longer a blank canvas,
My eternal mark of you,

Bring me closer, let me look you in those dubious eyes,
Let me bring my lips almost to a kiss and ask for another pretty lie.